Damn it!

[OMGWTFBBQ]

Man. It seems it is just thread after thread of this chick posting up shit and none of it involves pictures of her breasts.

Sometimes I wonder why we even bother.

 

[Dial_tone]

I've hit a guy with a baseball bat there one time..
And yes it really get's their attention.

Phatchik I'm not suggesting you do that! You might loose a friend.

might? Somebody hits me in the nuts with a baseball bat, losing a friend will be the least of their worries.

 

[HumorMe]

Man. It seems it is just thread after thread of this chick posting up shit and none of it involves pictures of her breasts.

Sometimes I wonder why we even bother.

Will this do in the meantime?

 

[PHATchik]

Man. It seems it is just thread after thread of this chick posting up shit and none of it involves pictures of her breasts.

Sometimes I wonder why we even bother.

Lol. You keep coming back for more anyway.

 

[TC2]

Will this do in the meantime?

And.......I'm spent.

 

[HumorMe]

And.......I'm spent.

Glad Miss Piggy could help.

 

[TC2]

Glad Miss Piggy could help.

I'ts been awhile.

 

[corythosaurus]

Don't trust people, they will continually let you down.

 

[PHATchik]

I'm not sure which is worse. The depressing turn my thread is taking or the fact that I now have Miss Piggy's breast linked to it.

 

[TC2]

Don't call it a come back
I been here for years
Rockin' my peers
Puttin' suckers in fear
Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosion, overpowerin'
Over the competition, I'm towerin'
Records shock
When I drop these lyrics
That'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare stare
You betta move
Don't ever compare me to the rest
They'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
(CHORUS)
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
Don't you call this no regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just getting warm
Just like Mohammad Ali, they called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
Dontcha know I gotta beef wit'
Why don't you rip with me, the maniac psycho
Cuz when I pull out my jammy, get ready cuz it might go
Blauh!
How do you like me now?
The reverand will not allow
you to get wit' Mr. Smith don't risk
Listen to my gear shift.
I'm blastin', outlastin'
Colors like shaft, so you could say I'm shaftin'
Old English fill my mind and I came up with this funky rhyme
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Shadow boxin' when I heard you on the radio
I just don't know
What made them forget that I was raw
But now I gotta new toy
I'm going insane
Frontin' the hurricane
Releasin' pain
Lettin' you know
You can't gain or maintain
Unless you say my name
Rippin'
Killin'
Diggin' and drillin' a hole
Well I'll pass your goal
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Shotgun blasts are heard
When I rip and kill at will
The man of the hour, tower of power
I will devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand
That I'm not your average man
When I gotta jammy in my hand
Damn
Ooh
Listen to the way I slay your crew
Damnit
Damnit
Damnit
Damnit
Destruction, terror and mayhem
Pass me a .... I'll slay him
Farmers (WHAT)
Farmers (WHAT)
Ready? (READY)
I think I'm gonna bomb a town
Don't you never, ever
Pull my lever
'Cause I explode
And my nine is easy to load
I gotta thank God
'Cause he gave me this chance to rock
Hard... knock you out
(REPEAT CHORUS)