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MAD MAX BE E-THUGIN y0
flingin 'em nigga-bytes :o |
FO SHO
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Pancakes are HOT
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o one of them loks single :love
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Why don't you try your hand at getting some loving panakes.
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You know who I am.
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OMg you guys have been buisy in this thread.
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Why don't you try your hand at NOT BEING SUCH A FAGGOT YOU FAGGOT ASS FAGZOIDMONGER I BET UR NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE A FAGGOT BUT U R NEWAYS CUZ YOU SUCK AND SHIT LIKE GAY PEOPLE AND HAITIANS |
TRY BOXING OR BREAK DANCING
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YOU FAGGOT
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BITCHES
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paris hilton...
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Nicole Potrzebie...
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faggots are what mad max and retro are
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And yeah its bout that time again for DJ Mad Max to spin those old skool beats! Here's a little something from Digital Underground!
Aa'it stop whatcha doin' cause I'm about to ruin the image and the style that ya used to. I look funny, but yo I'm makin' money so listen up world I hope you're ready for me. Now gather round, I'm the new fool in town and my sound's laid down by tha Underground. I drink up all the Hennessee ya got on ya shelf so just let me introduce myself. My name is Humpty, pronounced with an umpty. Oh ladies oh how I like to frumpty, and to the rappers in the top ten, please allow me to bumpty. I'm steppin' tall y'all and just like Humpty Dumpty you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me. I like to rhyme I like my beef funky. I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy. I'm sick with this. Straight gangsta mack. But sometimes I get ridiculous. I eat up all tha crackers and tha licorace. Hey yo fat girl commere are ya ticklish? Yeah, I called ya fat, look at me I'm skinny. It never stopped me from gettin' busy. I'm a freak. I like the girls with the boom. I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom. I'm crazy. Allow me to amaze thee. They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me. I'm still gettin' in tha girls pants and I even got my own dance. (chorus) The Humpty Dance is your chance to do tha hump. Ohh do me baby. Do the Humpty Hump. Ohh ohh do me baby. Do the Humpty Hump. Do ya know what were doin'? Were doin' the Humpty Hump yall. Watch me do the Humpty Hump. Just keep on doin' tha Hump. People say "yo, Humpty you're really funny lookin'" That's aaiit 'cause my body's in motion. You stare, you glare, you try to compare me, but ya can't get near me. I'm on the floor, bein' at the bars and see all the ladies adore me. Oh yes ladies I'm really bein' sincere 'cause in the 69 my Humpty nose will tickle your rear. My nose is big. Uh uh I'm not ashamed, big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid. I'm gettin' laid by the ladies, you know I'm in charge. Note how I'm livin' and my nose is large. I get stupid. I shoot an arrow like cupid. I use a word that don't mean nuttin' like loopded. I sang in Dowhatchalike and if ya missed it. I'm the one that said "just grab 'em in tha biskets". I also told you that I like to bite well yeah, I guess that's obvious I also like to write. All ya have ta do is give Humpty a chance and now I'm gonna do my dance. (chorus) Oh yeah, that's the breaks. Let me get a little of this base groove right here. A dooreaar dooreah dooreaar dooreah. Ah yeah, now I told y'all a little about myself, lemme tell y'all a little about this dance. It's real easy to do, check it out. First I limp to tha sounds like my legs is broken, shakin' and twitchen' kinda like I was smokin' crazy whack funky. People say you look like MC Hammer on crack Humpty. That's aaiit 'cause my body's in motion. It's supposed to look like a fit or a commotion. Anyone can play this game. It's my dance y'all Humpty Hump's my name. No two people will do it the same, ya got it down, when you appear to be in pain. Humpin' funkin' jumpin' gig around shakin' your rump and when a dude or chump ups and points a finger like a stump you tell him to step off I'm doin' the hump. (chorus) (add Puerto Ricans do the Humpty Hump) (add Samoans do the Humpty Hump) Let's get stupid (gimme the music, do the Humpty Hump) And to all the ladies, peace and Humptiness forever. Aw yeah! Hey did you know most people don't realize that the late great Tupac got his start in the Underground? We miss you Pac, you kept it real. All the homies down here send their love to you in that great Ghetto in the sky. Okay we're gonna keep it moving with another old skool beat right here on WFTARD! Don't go chu go anywhere! |
Fuck off with your newfangled rap shit. This is the good music:
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? Oh yeah I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late |
Newfangled? Lissen up white boy! This is old skool bizatch! Sumthin yo' white ass don't know nuthin bout!
So take yo' suburban shit and go on somewhere wit it, because that honky music ain't wanted here cracka! |
Where's willie? :(
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Oh yes, because Black Sabbath is so suburban and honky, right? Anyways, here's some more good music:
I see the bad moon rising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today. Don't go around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise. I hear hurricanes a blowing. I know the end is coming soon. I fear rivers over flowing. I hear the voice of rage and ruin. Don't go around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise. All right! Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quite prepared to die. Looks like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye. Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. |
WELL YEEEEEEEEHAW! What the fuck do we got here? Some goddamnned yankee playin more fucked up music! Down here we know what you want!
Here's an old favorite by Johnny Cash! YEEEEEEHAW! I hear the train a comin'; It's rollin' 'round the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when. I'm stuck at Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on. But that train keeps rollin' On down to San Antone. When I was just a baby, My mama told me, "Son, Always be a good boy; Don't ever play with guns." But I shot a man in Reno, Just to watch him die. When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry. I bet there's rich folk eatin' In a fancy dining car. They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee And smokin' big cigars, But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free, But those people keep a movin', And that's what tortures me. Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine, I bet I'd move on over A little farther down the line, Far from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to stay, And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away. That's what we listen to down hear yankee and I suggest you do the same before we make you squeal like a goddamnned pig! You're listening to WHICK home of the Sons of the South! YEEEEEHAW! |
Oh yes, I'm definitely a yankee since I live in the FORMER HOME OF THE CAPITAL OF THE CSA! Dumbass, why don't you go fuck your dad or something.
I was cutting the rug Down at a place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you know who. He said, "Hey there fellow, With the hair colored yellow, Watcha tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there And I'm a man who cares And this might be all for you." I was scared and fearing for my life. I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree. 'Cause he was lean, mean, Big and bad, Lord, Pointin' that gun at me. I said, "Wait a minute, mister, I didn't even kiss her. Don't want no trouble with you. And I know you don't owe me But I wish you'd let me Ask one favor from you." "Won't you give me three steps, Gimme three steps mister, Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps Gimme three steps mister, And you'll never see me no more." Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray As the water fell on the floor. And I'm telling you son, Well, it ain't no fun Staring straight down a forty-four. Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu And that's the break I was looking for. And you could hear me screaming a mile away As I was headed out towards the door. "Won't you give me three steps, Gimme three steps mister, Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps Gimme three steps mister, And you'll never see me no more." |
(Sigh) you're too easily riled fucktard. You need to relax. Stop going to the Clan meetings, they won't do you any good but fill your heart with hate.
And for someone boasting about being from the south is in NO position to use "incest jokes". :lol Hey here's a song right up your alley, you fucking pedophile! A classic from Oingo Boingo! I love little girls they make me feel so good I love little girls they make me feel so bad When they're around they make me feel Like I'm the only guy in town I love little girls they make me feel so good They don't care if I'm a one way mirror They're not frightened by my cold exterior They don't ask me questions They don't want to scold me They don't look for answers They just want to hold me Isn't this fun Isn't this what life's all about Isn't this a dream come true Isn't this a nightmare too (Repeat first verse) They don't care about my inclinations They're not frightened by my revelations Uh oh take a second take Uh oh it's a mistake Uh oh I'm in trouble Uh oh the little girl was just to little Too little, too little, too little Isn't this what life's all about Isn't this a dream come true Isn't this a nightmare too . . . And I don't care what people say And I don't care what people think And I don't care how we look walking down the street (Repeat Chorus) (Repeat first verse) :lol |
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb And we can walk together down in dixieland Down in dixieland Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb And we can walk together down in dixieland Down in dixieland Well it's been a year since she ran away Yes that guitar player sure could play She always liked to sing along She's always handy with a song Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb And we can walk together down in dixieland Down in dixieland |
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