Sandman9000

With the 11th pick in the SmartMarks NBA Fantasy Draft, Fear The Slayers select C Yao Ming.

I'm Kenny Rogers and this is the Super Shopping Cart Sha-bam!

::Swallows double load of buckshot::

Please. Obvious choice is Yinka Dare.

Zack n YNA

Fear The Slayers is in. I was going to have my team be called the Christ Crushers, but I saw that thing about offensive names and cancelled that one, and the Necro Butchers.

Got an advanced copy here at the radio station I work at. It's a good CD. It's something I would buy if I still bought CD's. Song I liked the most, aside from Slayer (of course) was Lacuna Coil's "Heaven's a Lie." Really stuck with me out of everything. HI-V's theme, In Flames "Cloud Connected" was good as well. Static-X sounds like Korn. That be bad. Ill Nino sucks. Rob Zombie's "House of 1000 Corpses" sounds blues-ish. Weird and sucky. Fun note: the flier we got with the CD hyping the shit pimps Slipknot on disc 1. Guess who isn't there on either cd.....

If it's free I'm in.

My fav is HI-V, of course. But I have a soft spot in my heart for Special K.

From Eric Loy, an IPW-Hardcore staff member. NWA Florida and IPW ran as one company, but now it's just NWA Florida. Same roster and same guys -- and the same cameraman poking people in the eyes during reverse battle royals. I guess that's good. All hail Jerelle Clark's 630.

Much better.

Get them to do it too.

Well, to be honest, I jacked this from the CZW Fanboys board. And you didn't post your results Mistah Rant.

I'm hoping for Amplitude/Frequency to be on that list.

That's Serena, aka "The one who has won shit lately."

::Fires up weedwhacker, runs everyone off of the stage:: Ladies and gentlemen and CC, no CnP, no song. Some days I just wanna up and call it quit I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Everytime I try to get up I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just put it all into all I spit Instead of always tryin' to swallow it Instead of always starin at this wall and shit While I sit writer's block sick of all this shit Can't call it shit All I know is I'm about it hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealin with another fuckin' politic Like a skillet bubblin until it filters up I'm about to kill it I can feel it buildin up Blow this building up I've concealed enough My cup runneth over I done filled it up If it explodes in bunch Ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well I'ma show you what You gonna feel my rush If you can't feel it it's too real to touch Build to touch I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps yeah I can make your hair sit up Hands straight up I'ma tell you who I be And I'ma make you hate me cause you ain't me You wait it ain't to late to finally see What these close minded fucks What they blind to see Whoever finds me gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me Need piece of mind, I'ma give you piece of mine All I need's a line But sometimes I can't always find the worlds to rhyme To express what I'm really feelin at that time Yeah sometimes sometimes sometimes Just sometimes it's always me How dark can this hallway be The clock strikes midnight, one, two, half past three This half-ass rhyme with this half-ass piece of paper I'm despreate at my desk To get the rest of this shit off my chest again Stuck in a rut Can't think of nuthin Fuck I'm stumpin, oh wait here comes something Nope It's not good enough Scribble it out New pad, wrinkle it up throw this shit out I'm fizzlin out Thought I figured it out Balls in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid But why am I afraid Why am I slave to of this trade Sign that I spit to the grave Good enough to rile you up Wanna me to rip it I can rip it any style you want I'm a switchhitter bitch Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'm a sit until I get enough of me to finally hit a fuckin boiling point Put some oil in your joins Flip a coin bitch come get destroyed An MC's worst dream I make him hate me see me and shake like a chain link fence By the looks of them you would swear that Jaws was comin By the screams you would swear that I'm sawin someone By the way their runnin you would swear that the law was comin It's now or never and tonight it's all or nothing Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us Said he'd be back he pinky promises I don't think he's honest I'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock I'ma make you eat this watch Don't believe me watch I'ma a win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face bitch I found my nitch you're gonna hear my voice Until you're sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream until I've got half a lung If I have half a chance I grab it Rabbit Run

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there She would Merengue and do the Cha-Cha And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 'til 4 They were young and they had each other Who could ask for more Chorus: At the Copa, Copa Cabana The hottest spot North of Havana Here at the Copa, Copa Cabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa They fell in love Copa, Copa Cabana His name was Rico, he wore a diamond He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there And when she finished, he called her over But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar And then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gun shot But just who shot who {Chorus} She lost her love Copa, Copa Cabana Copa, Copa Cabana Copa Cabana Copa, Copa Cabana Life in Havana Have a banana Music and passion, always in fashion Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl And that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show Now it's a disco, but not for Lola Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half blind She lost her youth and she lost her Tony Now she lost her mind {Chorus} Don't fall in love Don't fall in love Copa Cabana Copa Cabana Copa, Copa Cabana Copa Cabana (repeat 'til end)

Suicide by cop is popular, I hear. Go all GTA on people's asses.

Incandenza Ripper Youth N Asia Zack Malibu

Seconding that. Bought two pads and an adaptor for my DWI, going half with a friend for Ultramix on his seX-Box, and stuck at Trick level. Of course, I don't have the room in my dorm to play DWI with the pads this year, not without some serious rearranging. And while the local arcade still has Extreme (I think?), it's a matter of getting a ride down there, and my friends aren't as into the game as I am. That and it's tough playing DDR being a hoss. I do decent enough, but the Max songs pwn my ass. Course, I still have my third place in a freestyle comp by diving off of the pads, over the bar, and through a steel coffin to my name.

All hail Lobo's lighttube table bump.

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How about Eminem - "Kill You?"

I don't know. I looked through that board in every category, including Sports, and found nothing titled "Stupid People." Found something called "People," but no "Stupid People."

::Produces staple gun for dollar bill attaching::