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| Dec 23rd, 2005 01:35 AM | ||
| The Retro Kat | Dr. Fu, you are not the real Slim Shady. | |
| Dec 19th, 2005 04:09 AM | ||
| Jixby Phillips | i honestly hate you dr fu | |
| Dec 15th, 2005 03:05 PM | ||
| Mr. Fugo |
 Hell yeah |
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| Dec 15th, 2005 11:06 AM | ||
| Dr. Fu | jixby phillips | |
| Dec 15th, 2005 04:58 AM | ||
| executioneer |
medicine woman 
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| Dec 15th, 2005 04:27 AM | ||
| Jixby Phillips | dr fu | |
| Dec 15th, 2005 12:32 AM | ||
| DeadKennedys | bu-shwa? | |
| Dec 13th, 2005 08:13 PM | ||
| xbxDaniel |
I thought this was going to be about spanish first-person posts. 
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| Dec 13th, 2005 07:30 PM | ||
| Dr. Fu |
Quote:
Oh well. AWAI! |
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| Dec 13th, 2005 07:29 PM | ||
| Chojin | THREAD BACKUPS | |
| Dec 13th, 2005 07:25 PM | ||
| Dr. Fu |
Yo! Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I become the prince of a town called Bel-Air In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket Put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it First class yo this is bad Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like Hmmm this might be all right But wait I hear they're prissy,bu-shwa and all that Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well uh the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air |
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