People know I'm on their blocks when the cops pull up // Now, I ain't even into arts and crafts, but... // They gone outline ya whole fam out in white chalk // You couldn't cut if you had a compact chainsaw // I'll sever your head and criogenically freeze your brains raw // Just so you'll never forget who put an end to your fame, dawg // Your head can't capacitate the way I assassinate people // I'm exponentially classes above these "rap candidates" // If I was after you, they'd sky-rocket your life insurance rates // I rip lyrics each day like I was buying them off eBay // This way, the only reason I haven't holed you up like cheddar // Is cuz I have more self-respect than to drop to your level // And if you still think you can "beat" me // Shake hands with my dick and we'll cover it up discreetly //
Whenever someone challenges you to a freestyle battle, this is all you gotz to tell em:
I'll line you up wit ya whole crew... // Just to see how many people one bullet can go through! // I told you: it ain't gone help wearin that bulletproof vest. // I aim fo da head, not da fuckin chest! // Rest in peace! I leave faggots like you without options. // This fucker buys his rhymes from eBay auctions! // Let the alchemists of hiphop form the concoctions. // You suck more cock then Jenna. You fucked up, son! // You da type of kid to shoots but forgets the safety's on! // Like a kid who thinks stickers give his car a faster run! // Leave it to Casper, son, to put you back in your place. // Like when you spit and the wind takes it back in your face! // Wait! This kid's got anti-abortion activists at his front gates, homies. // He aborted his fifth kid cuz he heard one in five were Chinese! // Please, I wouldn't lose a battle to youz if you wrote my lyrics, dude! // I'll manifest tumours in a part of your head like cellphones do! // You're finished. I'm done with you. //
This movie was perhaps incredible despite all the shittalking that it has been slandered with throughout its existence. Perhaps the world is curbing to an unintellectual spire of people crying out their mental incapabilities and wanting to see a new revolution based on this new breed of culture and hysteria. This...thing...this strain of life...this altered vision of what is real and what is what you see on television, this generation of improper conduct. The reason why when you talk to people on MSN they say things like, "That ma homie dawg." And the same reason why people are different inside facilities of organization such as schools and work. Stop holding me back.
-Nikolai came up for the break. -Going to Government, that was pretty sweet. I was so hammered. Karim yacked in front of his mom though. Then she exploded on us when Nikolai wanted his fourty dollars back from him. Actually, he still owes me twenty. God, I've loaned that kid cash like thousands of times and never saw a penny. You're lucky, Nick. Heh. I don't know how the fuck Afshen got home, but anyways, our cab driver...what was his name again?...he charged us fifty bucks. Shit man, I need my G2, which I'm getting late Februrary. It's sweet. -Oh, let's not forget snowboarding with Shah and Karim during the break. That was pretty damn fun. Hitting up Dagmar with those kids. We met some crackheads there, they were so stoned that they reacted like flies do to cow shit. -Downtown, New Years! Can you spell I fucking survived? Yeah, once again I make it out of a danger zone. I don't think I've ever seen so many drunks concentrated in such a small area ever in my life. Ever.
Moving on to recent events:
-This past Sunday I ran into some problems with Persians. Me and Mark were in the S.T.L. parking lot doing doughnuts in his brand new Acura TL, when all of a sudden a Lincoln full of them pulls up. One dude gets out, comes to our window, and pops a knife out. Mark tried to drive away, but when you're scared you can't react properly, so he accidentally put it in park and tried to rev the engine. No luck. They had our ride surrounded within seconds. Now, apparently there was supposed to be a fight at Elgin, but I don't think it went through, and they were driving around looking for people, making roadblocks in the middle of Yonge street for fuck's sake. They kept asking us where people were, like Karolis, Doyle, and I think they wanted Woods for some reason. We called Woods and J.M. and Ronny up...then the Persian kid asked to use Mark's cellphone, so he let him. The guy starts threatening them like this: "Yo, yo, I got your boys hostage, two gunshots to their heads...a knife in the throat pussy, come here." I don't think they even got beef with him. But anyways, they ended up calling the cops. Soon after, three cruisers came, we had a quick chat with the popo's and they just told us to watch out for parking lots and to have a good day. Our back came right when the popo's showed up. It was all good. As for the Persians? Yo, they jetted. I don't know what the fuck happened to them. Shit. Anyways, it's all good now. I don't know what the fuck the deal was. I was ready to fight though, if anything went down. I don't care if I get stabbed, I got nothing to lose. Even if I lose my life I'd be happy taking at least one of them out for life. They could have jacked Mark's car. I would have driven away and left a trail of corpses if I was driving. -I got sick from the bonfire at Lucci's the same exact day that the Persian incident happened. I was wearing only a sweater and drinking up. Not a good combination in extreme conditions. -Today I didn't go to school. I was too fucked up in the morning. I think this sickness has affected my bladder because I'm pissing like a racehorse. Heh.
And in the words of Mobb Deep: "It's hell on earth. Who's next or gonna be first?"
You know me: "Born to be hated. Dying to be loved."
Where's my future girl at? Let's talk about this subject for a moment. See, I hate those insecure girls that go out with big, tall, ugly ass sons of bitches. And I hate gangster fakers that try to be something they're clearly not. Clearly. Gangster is something carried on from generations. I'm just a partizan without fear, I'm not a gangster. I like rap music. Naturally I'm very humble and peaceful. Don't run up to me with a knife next time, because I've learned my lesson well. You'd never think it could happen to you one night that a bunch of guys pull up two steps from your house in a suburban neighbourhood. But it can, it always can. So now I'm packin.
Scientists say that recent studies show the amphibious creature known to us humans as the "Mancarious Notorious Animelius Rapeisaurus" is existent. Existent he is, indeed...like...existent like the Lochness Monster...sometimes even compared to the "Daily Hood Cracker". In any case, let's see what you think.
When J.M. threw a chair at his legs whilst he was airborne.
When he let an egg drip down a wall unto his head after being thrown there by Karim, simply commenting "I'm not moving for it."
When Karim ran his coat through dog feces.
When he jumped from the roof of his house.
When he jumped over the bushes in front of his house...over...and...over again. Actually, the bushes he kept hurdling were his neighbour's, from across the street.
When he ran his father's van into a street sign in the middle of winter, simply because it was, quote, "slippery".
When he asked out our religion teacher, Mrs. Doria. "So, what are you doing Friday night? Cuz I know this great crab place!"
The Bart Simpson doll. You know what I mean, Andy!
Carmen's Lazer Quest buddies. Thirty year old men just reaching the "peak of their performance". Yep, there's something out there for everyone!
Carmen Roulette (If you haven't played it, life is that much more uneventful for you).
Theres three types of people in this world: dicks, pussies, and assholes. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. But if a dick fucks an asshole, he gets into shit. And then if he fucks a pussy, he gets the pussy into shit too. Pussies are only an inch away from assholes.
He punishes people because his family was killed in a tragic accident caused by his stupidity to join the army or some other fucking military organization and he got some big pooface's crime boss sons killed. Don't laugh...hahahahahahahaha! And then his wife and kid get runned over and you get to see it! Ahahahahahahaha! It's so funny! And then he gets shot like 13 times and then a huge propane explosion sends him flying into the water! Hahahaha...and then he survived! What the fuck!? 13 shots!? Now he hunts killer mofos...whoops! I just gave away the ending. No, first he goes after the guys who killed his family. It turns out that one of the enemies is gay and shit and so he gets the crime boss leader to kill him by making it look as if he is fucking his wife - and then his wife's like, "Nas, granma, cuz he's all gay and shit and I wouldn't fuck him!" But then the big boss, he's like, "Yea well I found your earrings on his bed and then there was a tear in my eye so I'm gonna make you get runned over by a big train after I drop you off a bridge." Ahahahahahah! And then Mr. Punisher kills everyone...cuz you know it should so happen the syndicate is packed into one big huge fucking office building in the middle of Goddamn nowhere...with minimal security so he can just sneak his way in and rape every floor going up...and he has all this C4! Like, where the fuck do you get all that C4? Like, c4.com or something you sick bastard? Ugh! And all those guns you have...and your little car you built and shit. Bastard. Give those roommates some money you rich hick fucker! Hahahaha!
Go watch The Punisher. Hope I didn't spoil the movie for you.
Oh, and if you laughed at "certain sections" of this entry, clearly labeled "ahahahaha", then you're going to hell.
First of all, happy birthday Caillou! THAT'S RIGHT! We had him LOADED with beer yesterday. He was trippin out like mad, all happy and shit. Hehe, you have no idea until you've seen Lucci all fucked, son!
Wut!
We got into an interesting convo about Counter-Strike yesterday. About the racism in games. They make fun of Chinese people, Jewish people, and black people. That's about it. They even go so far as saying, "You jewish nigger!" or "Fucking chink nigger jew!" or "Chigger jew!". I mean, statistically, I think the probability rates of people being Chinese/black/Jewish all in one is like one person in the whole world...nah, he probably got it from the K.K.K. already...
Anywho...
Get Royce da 5'9"'s new album! Its mad. Grab Life's on the Line by 50 Cent too...what happened to 50, man? People callin him names and shit now...nah, if you badmouth 50 you should STFU cuz he's got the sickest flows. He was hot in the past. I hate when people change their views and opinions at the snap of their fingers. You used to idol 50 and look up to him cuz he was who he was on his album, and you liked it, and now you don't? Fuck that! I see kids now that used to be thugs converting to ginos. Listen man, if you change yourself that easily, then you're not yourself. See, I don't believe in people changing like that. Cuz inside we are all either one way or the other way. I've always been me. I always express myself when I feel the need to. I stand up for what I believe in. I've been gangster inside for 16 years now, ever since rap came into white America (so I guess I been gangsta on the outside now for bout 8 years or so), starting with Limp Bizkit/Method Man and working its way up to Eminem. Shady Records has always lead the pace. Except, D12 is shit. I hate them. Their flows suck, its obvious that Em was trying to bring up skillless mothafuckaz from the ghetto that were his ex-comrades in da game. Too bad dawg...I'm waiting on Em to come up with something new, but good like it used to be when Em shittalked his parents, haha. Listen, I came from nothing to something. 3rd world to 1st world and already have more than I ever wanted. And now I want more, higher stuff. And it doesn't end until you're Bill Gates, right? Wrong. Even he must want things...but then again money can buy everything. Oh, it can. Don't listen to those Mastercard commercials. I bet I could squeeze in any trick with cash. Be real.
Aight, I'm done ranting.
Let's understand what I did today. Not too much. Homework. But yesterday I was at Lucci's birthday, chillin and drinking. It was sweet. We had a good time at his bonfire. Once again. I always go there...nowhere else to go I guess. I was pretty pissed off today...just pissed. It was a day I didn't want to wake up to. And then I got in a fight with my dad and shit at the breakfast table that made me even more pissed. Fuck. Especially the fact I have to do homework. But whatever, I guess I sometimes take things for granted. But then again, you gotta fight for the things you want. In a perfect little material society like this one that we live in...what a piece of shit. Life is so much more fun in a 3rd world country. Why don't I go back, you ask? Cuz I know that's what most of you are thinking. Maybe I will. Maybe I just want to make money, and then move back. How's that sound?
Yo, I think it's been like two years since I had a girlfriend. What the fuck, man? That's fucked up. Where's God when you need him, man? I need to be with someone other than my family and all those fags from school. All of you that are fake know it. I see fags act differently with the opposite sex around them. How bout you just be yourself for once, pussy? Are you afraid someone will laugh when you remove your mask? Haha, yea, you are. I need someone I can relate with, someone that I can count on when I need them. Someone I know I can chill wit, someone I feel good with...where are you, girl? I hope you come to me sometime soon...
Do you think I was made for greatness? What's my future hold for me? Man...I heard of people dieing recently, like Christopher Reeves...like man, you could be as rich as a motherfucker and have all the material object you ever wanted and just get them taken away like that. So...I guess I've survived for so long, I've got a good fight in me. And so I bet people wonder why I do so much work sometimes? Well, I guess primarily its cuz of the work my parents put in to push me to this greatness that supposedly awaits me. And if it doesn't, than I'm gonna make sure that it does. Cuz I didn't to-date waste like 10 fucking years of my life in school, aight? And let it be known, those who know me know I don't fucking back down. If someone kills me in this life, I'll kill them in the next life, in the afterlife, wherever the fuck I end up I'll hunt them down.
And yo...it's funny. These last two years nobody wanted to start shit with me at school...that's too bad cuz I miss fighting. Cuz, you know, you turn fighting on, man, but its hard to turn it off. You know why I fight? Cuz I remember when I used to get made fun of and teased in school cuz of my weight problems and shit like that. So...the only answer was violence. That's my only response now. I ain't going back. So I hope that everyone fears me, because if you cross me, motherfucker, you can rest asure that it's gonna come back at you...two times how you came at me. If you look at me, than look within. I'm a warrior. And I don't fear death. See, I'll look at the motherfucker [death] when he comes for me and spit in his face. I should write some rhymes about these emotions sometime soon.
I'm just having one big depression trip I suppose. Shit sucks right now. I think I'm gonna go to the gym now to get in shape cuz I haven't worked out for awhile and I need some exercise. I hope I can get a personal trainer again...cuz it helped so much with motivation and everything...see, we all get lazy if we're not pushed. The best part about a personal trainer is that if you don't show up, you lose money...so you gotta show up (unless you call in sick, of course, in the morning of the day). That's ridiculous, huh? So, now you understand.
Yea! Yesterday was the Melizabeth's birthday! The who's!? THE TOGO-SAN! What did we do?! Muahahaha. WHAT DID WE DO?! Cuz I was too fucked to remember it all. Well...this is how it all starts: I'm at homezorz. The Martian has a full bottle of whiskey downstairs. I transfer half of it into two consecutive empty bottles of Perrier mineral water. I think that they still don't know! But...yesterday when I came home, dad had to be watching TV, LOL! And as I walked the stairs upwards he's like, "Are you OK? You look a little...you know." I was like, FUCKED. Like I was fucked on the outside, but in my head I was thinking FUCKED! Why? Because I'm pregnant. OK, anyways...the Markster comes to pick me up, we go and get Ronny, and then we bring him over to my place. Then D=Lo pops up. Melissa and Candice show up soon after. It's all good, and so we take the Perrier and go to Twickenham - BUT IT'S ALL DARK AS FUCK! So some people, I WON'T MENTION ANY NAMES, pussy out! So we then try going to Larratt. And on our way, we jaxed a fire hydrant from a school bus. It was so cool. Radical. Super duper. How do you do it, you axe me? Well...you need be climb thyself on the roof of the bus, open the emergency hatch at the top, and then you slide in like a poptart, grab anything, and just put a smile on. I told Ronny to get me the axe, but there was no axe! WHAT IF CHILDREN ARE IN THERE AND THEY NEED TO AXE CARMEN IF THEY SEE HIM WALKING ON THE STREET?! Moving on...OK. So. That's when we heard our selective call of the wild, "BABEY!" It was JM, Woods, Big Russian (which by the way recently dropped out of school a week ago and I was like, "WTF, mate? Fucking kangaroos. But they'll be dead soon", Arthur, and some other kids. Too bad though, because Melissa doesn't like Woods. From what I understood, he was saying shit about her one day when he was with Karim. Why? I dunno. It's not my problem. Anyhoo, we ran to Silver Pines, and we were like, "Fuck dat!" cuz it was Paki Night there. And people. No. Fuck that! So we went to the construction site right beside there, and haxxored it up like elite newbs. D-Lo had brought some Mary Jew Anna. But I don't do that shit! Ya'll know me! Still the same OG triple OG triple O. YO! And we got hammered inside this one house. It was like all empty and shit. It was sick cuz it was almost completed except for carpets and all that other crap. All i know is that if I was homeless, I'd be sleeping THERE! Haha. Anyways, we then decide to go PAY a painful visit from hell to Luccias Morphias. Or better yet, the Lucci Pucci.
"OOOH LOOK AT THAT PUCCI. HE'S GOT LOVE IN HIS EYES!"
And then we walked up to Larratt again. Only we came from the Twickenhamzorz part. OOOH! AND YO! SORRY. THIS WAS WHERE WE JAXED THE HYDRANT. AND IT WAS SO CHILLS TOO CUZ WE EMPTIED IT INTO THE PORTABLES. LOL. What is the purpose of our existence? Who knows. But when you're hammered, you are more eager to do good deeds. AND THEY ARE GOOD! WHY?! BECAUSE THEY BRING PEOPLE HAPPYNESS. Then, at Larratt when we walked down to the park area, we sat down on the benches and had some chocolates. Yummie. EXCEPT FOR WHEN I DROPPED MELISSA'S CHOCOLATES. THEY JUST FELL! FUCK!!! LOL. THEY'RE LIKE HER BIRTHDAY CHOCOLATES from me and Ronster and Aubzorz. They fell right on the floor and some of them went in the fucking park sand. What a crusty day. LOL. But we got some mad kicks from that chocolate falling. Then, as we were walking to the loveable, huggable Pucci's, Ronny made me fall, but without touching me. How? That's a story for another day. Because today, like I said, I can't remember all of it. LOL. I think I must have fallen like THREE times that day. G-damn. But, moving even further on. At Puccias's I chased mark on some rocks for some reason...and then i FELL ON MELISSA by axe-ident. Haha. It was so crusty. When you're fucked, you just see the floor come closer and closer to you and you're like, "That's so cool, guy!" We didn't have a bonfire at Rob's like before, cuz we were all really tired. And...well, i just came back home after we all split up. And so...I was at home. And I went to bed and I have told you all about the encounter. I also threw up just a bit cuz my head was so dizzy. But it did help. I know my limits. Right Anderson? Romanian way. Not like Torben. The fourteen beer drinking German champ. Hehe. Well, that was my day.
Don't, don't, don't, and I repeat: DON'T EVER, EVER, EVER pee on a bonfire. Today, me Rob and J.M. were in Big Lucc's backyard, at his little fire pit of unholy doom. After like 15 minutes of trying to get shit to burn, it finally does. We then move up a level to roasting some marshmallows and hot dogs. We layed back, had some juice...would have had beer were it not a school night...but, oh well...school (A.K.A. Satan's Asshole). Anyways, we were all done and all, watching the fire burn to its last little morsel. However, this last little morsel was a sonbitch. That's right. It just kept burning - that bastard. Kill it! Kill it! So J.M. decided he would piss in this unholy flame of unburnage. And...he does...but it wasn't pretty...you see:
WHEN YOU PEE ON A BONFIRE, SMOKE COMES OUT. NOT THE PRETTY KIND OF "I CAN'T BREATHE ANYMORE" SMOKE, NO. THE "IT SMELLS LIKE PEE AND I THINK I'VE JUST INHALED URINE PARTICLES" SMOKE.
Yea, it was dirty, but also hillarious. I'm just sorry for the poor bastard who will end up starting another fire in that pit. The piss is like, embedded into the charcoal now. Heh. Sick bastards.
Indeed, today was pure homework and Dawn of War...ass-clowns of fun! Who knows what I will be doing tonight? Slowly decrepify in the beauty of my own household? Go outside for air and get runned over by a Mack truck? Jump a motorcycle as it speeds towards me?! Have a Shenmue-type knife battle with five opponents?! Not me, for I am not the notorious Mancarious. However, what I can tell you about is my little trip to downtown yesterday:
It all started in the morning. MSN. I "axe" D-Lo what he is doing...he says he is going to Downtown with Carmen. Naturally, I join in on the festivities. D-Lo comes to pick us up and we all drive down to Finch Station from where we took the subway to the Eaton's Centre. As we get off, and we enter the mall, the fun begins.
Highlights:
1) D-Lo is pushed out of the way at considerable force by a random black dude...why? Nobody knows...it just happened. Like, you know, one day you just feel like an asshole and you're like, "Oh, I'm gonna push a kid thats seven years younger than me out of the way, then I'll be cool...and then I have to think about where I can find a job, and stop getting assraped by wild savage hyenas."
2) The freaky bastards at Games Workshop that were like forty and still played the God damn game and painting their little miniature armies of uber nerdage...like...you need a job, Billy...and so do you...and you, and you, and you...and you. They were like super nerds, made from like lesser nerd parts at a, like, factory or something.
3) D-Lo buys his sexy new cellphone case...it's hot like when you put your hand in a fire and watch it decompose! Loads of fun!
***4) Romania Fest - Yes! That is right! Dundas Square was a hotspot for Romanians such as myself who were so pleased to find more Romanians in a little Romanian heaven full of Romanian food, women, and extreme Romaniannessfulness of Romania. They were making "mici" on the BBQ. Good shit son, and they were dancing the little "Dansuri Populare". Good old cult dances and songs. LOL.
5) We checked out the stores on Queen street and the surrounding aread (The Condom Shack, The Friendly Stranger, and so on and so forth). D-Lo bought new hardware for his skateboard at one of the shops there. It was choppin like ceapa style.
6) The Army Surplus Store...which we were forcibly dragged to by Carmen and had to walk to until we got our legs raped in the most notorious streets of Canada. Next time, we need to make sure the Mancarious does more research on his subway stops and whatnot. But, anyways, I hope Nikolai enjoys his brand new dog tags which are actually being made as we speak. This second. Right now. Like...right now. This second.
7) Carmen gets friendly with the Indian lady! He had his arm around a chair, and like 200 Indians just randomly pack in to our subway car...this Indian lady just decides to sit down on the chair that Carm has his hand around...and it looked as if they were "together". Try and picture this for a moment. Me and D-Lo were making faces and laughing, while Carm was just trying to hold it in. Later reports from the Mancar himself state that he was, quote, "Just trying to be polite and not remove his arm because then it would seem as if he'd be like - 'Eeeow, you're Indian!'..." Sure...we believe you...*caugh*
8) Carmen almost gets hit by a subway. How, you might "axe"? Simply because he was on the yellow line, and actually would have skinned or even collided with the subway if he did not move when it honked at him. 9) Carmen almost gets hit by a streetcar. 10) Me and D-Lo almost get hit by the streetcar because of Carmen. 11) Carmen almost gets hit by several automobiles.
12) The crazy mofos at the surplus store - Yes. They were crazy since one of the "veterans" that runs the store faught in like all the wars and talk all show and shit like he's fuckin been rocked by artillery shells in the face and is shellshocked like a mad fuck. But, that's what the war does to you, so don't join the army, Carmen, or you'll be that guy!
13) The MILF on the subway. On our way back home...MILF stylez. Like a mad MILF. Like there's MILF and like super MILF. This was like a super MILF made from lesser MILF parts at a factory.
So, that was yesterday, and today is today, and I wonder what I'm gonna do for the remainder of my liberty since I just finished my homework...time will tell.
(Disclaimer: This entry is both historically accurate and 100% completely true.)
This entry is the dual creation of both njn08 and dj_4ward:
We both firmly believe that we have destroyed a friend's ability to filter his thoughts effectively. So picture this: It's grade three...Mr. C (our main character's fictional name) mumbles the first and foremost beginning to the destruction of his social life, a word that only he could possibly think of... after doing so he is effectively emotionally "pounded upon" for hours on end, my co-writer and myself can take partial responsibility for such heinous occurrences, but otherwise, his own idiocies resulted in his verbal thrashings. From chocolate covered pickle eatings, to standing beside a wall and not wanting to move from a creeping egg yolk slowly creeping upon his head after being throws directly above him we can all see why such verbal beatings, thrashings, whippings, and poundings took place. What we never saw was the detrimental affect on his mentality! The abuse began slightly after my (njn08's) arrival in Toronto 6 years ago. Mr. C was known for his hot-headed temper and stubborn nature, the harassment peaked in the grade 8 year of junior high. To this day, the abuse continues to corrode, at an exponential rate, Mr. C's thought process.
Our concerns have now been increased... as reports are flooding from Mr. C that he would like to join the Canadian Armed forces, simply put to: "Risk his life without fear, without remorse, without feeling, without wants, just to provide the punk kids, who wear their pants as if crapped in, a blanket of freedom and then have them scorn him for accepting this responsibility willingly." - Mr. C.
While his intentions are honorable, the terms which he uses to describe his fellow humans are incredibly grotesque: "Two. My Future. Where am I heading? Am I headed to an unmarked grave in Istanbul trying to save and liberate some Paki mother fucker because the government SAYS he needed it." - Mr. C.
Because we are his friends, and although we have joked around with him for many years now, we still care deeply for him. We hope Mr. C. is able to correctly choose a path that will suit his life's passion accordingly...In any case, we wish him good luck, and all the best.
P.S. Mr. C., it is both of our humble opinions that it would be best for you not to join the army.
This lyric is entitled: "Last Words". I plan to use it on a beat I got, and might edit it in the future...so let's see how it all goes down then, shall we?
[Intro]
*WORKING ON IT*
[Verse 1]
You ain't gangsta...cuz real gangstas hit you straight up./ Dey dun call ya home like a little cranksta./ No ifs, ands, or buts./ Straigh placed hits, broken bones and dust./ Words alone getchya more den cussed./ You want strictly sex? Den get sluts teh suck ya nutz./ You fuck around 'nuff, you gone get ligaments cut off./ Casper's at a block near you wit a sawed off./ I'm proud of...my nationality./ Everyone knows this Romanian's rackin' casualties./ Unlike today's M.C.'s, I'm workin my way gradually./
*WORKING ON THE REST OF VERSE ONE*
[Hook]
My projectiles hold your fate./ In the palm of all the hate I've saved./ To make you levitate, to make incarcerated shells deracinate./ To impersonate God and release this hatred that grows./ I find fulfillment in this crimson pond that flows./ And that is why nobody knows./ What goes on behind closed doors./
Down Yonge street...anyways, I was approaching this God damn construction site ahead...and it's really fucked because you cant have anyone drive beside you because some idiots think that their lane stays the same and that they don't need to change to the left...since the far right lane gets cut off and becomes the one on the left. The guy behind me had a big hram, right? So this moron thinks he can take on my 2002 Maxima with his shitty Honda Civic tiny shitbox of small size and motornessfullness of crappy whoreage that can't accelerate for shit. So, he starts to speed up behind me, going faster and faster. So, naturally, in order to avoid an accident in this construction zone by not having him beside me, I started to speed up too. And then he started to speed up. So then I sped up. And then he did. And so I did. Then him. Then I. And it continued like this until we were driving extremely fast. Some people think that Nissan Maximas aren't very powerful. Now, let me tell you all the specs here real quick:
255 horsepower at 5800 RPM 0-60 MPH in 7.4 seconds
Owned you, random guy! And at the next red stoplight, I showed you the sixth cylinder bwoiii! Praap! Praap!
So I was sitting at home today, reading my friends' Live Journals, thinking to myself: I needs to gets me one dem journals. Naturally, I hop to it and make my own.
Let's think about what I did today...
Hmm...
Well, first I had school. Oh, and it was so much fun! Like when I kept eying the clock on the wall as if the fucking, fucking, fucking minute hand on it was broken! It was going by so slow...damn. But I was released from the "pen" eventually.
And then I played some ball at Larratt...with Shah. Parker came. So did some little hoodlums from R.H.H., acting all, "You guys are from St. T.'s? Hahaha, well then you ain't seen good ballers yet!". O.K. Kobe, you were the downfall of my team today, so shut the fuck up. Player skills depends on individuals. You don't have the best players, because there will always be better. You're minor until you're major.
Moving further.
So I was reading Carmen's enrollment papers for the Army Reserves. Apparently, Romania is a country of risk. Now, you all know I'm Romanian. So listen up, and listen good: The countries of the former Warsaw Pact are considered risks? I hope that Canada knows that Communism doesn't exist in my country anymore. And how could we be risks if we went into Iraq with the United States of America? And how about giving us a proper seat in the U.N.? My people starve on the streets from the idiocies of others. Why? Because the Communism wrecked Romania, and it's people as well. So? So nobody wants to go back to that. Change your perspectives for the love of the future and progression.
Something to think about...
I might go practice some driving or go to Oasis later on today, after I finish some Chemistry...
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