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Tito stood up to Joe. Tito had 3 gay sons that formed the super group 3-T. Tito could act like he could play a guitar better than anyone. Randy used to be the lead singer and Michael was all "Get the fuck in back and do the dancing bitch, this my show." Randy is the bitch. NA SANG THE GAD-DAMN SONG, YA HEAR!!

That's all he does, is scream like the little immature ass that he is. YES!! Ignoring the fact that it didn't happen in this song RULES!!

Actually, calling someone Tito wouldn't be a insult. Tito was the mutha fuckin MAN~! If you want to insult someone, call them Randy. Don't nobody want to be Randy. ... I'll be Joe. Now sang the gad-damn song boy.

I could see the Abbot and Costello of insults going back and forth at each other...while wearing those stupid hats and candy striped Suits with canes. GOLD JERRY GOLD~!.

*slowly raises hand* I...I give a fuck... Lets hug and name more posters we don't like....

DAMN YOU ANGLESAULT FOR ADDING MORE STUFF AFTER I QUOTED YOU! But how exactly is this one worse. They are two different genres so comparing them is hard anyway, but this song is the same tempo and beat and still has hook with different lyrics(great lyrics might I add).

Right after his first verse and before the chorus starts anytime he says COMEON!! really loud. Thats it. 2 words.

That's what I was referring to. He decides to use Dream On for some unknown reason and then screams over Tyler singing the song. That's why I said he took a song, screamed over it and rapped around it. And apparently he's the reason anyone has ever liked this song. What exactly is he trying to say? How is screaming COMEON once right at the beganing (over the words Dream on...thats it.) screaming all over the chorus. And the lyrics aren't exactly written in code. Its pretty straight forward. Like him or not, even you have to admit that's some good writeing. COMEON!!!

I'm going to buy it mostly because I can't stand the Def Jam Vendatta match of a million reversals and I need a CAW.

HA!! BEAT YOU TO IT!!! *does a little dance* *notices people at work is looking at him* *stops*

Rap is for crackheads that will steal your shit. Truer words have never been spoken. Clearly you fuckos deserve to have your shit stolen. You desreve to be [really stupid shit] Dammitt Mario. That one might get ya. Edit that shit for your sake.

These ideas are nightmares for white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, doo rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, this house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go Come on... [Chorus:] Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away [Verse #2] Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, B. It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, How the fuck can i raise a little girl? I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! [Chorus] [Verse #3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can [Chorus] [Chorus Without Beat] [instrumental] Point me to the where he was screaming. All I rememeber were the COMEON!!!!! screams. But of course, I was listening to the song for its content and not something to complain about.

Come on Banky...he said COME ON!! in the hook once or twice. Therefore he screamed all over the song. And if you ignore all of the good lyrics in it then it was a pretty bad remake. Of course if you ignore all the lyrics you are left with a instrumental of the original but you know, complaining is KEWL~!

*reads Bruisers post* ... *walks out*

I'm not. I was asked a question about 3 pages ago and I answered it. The two morons just can't handle the truth. So fuck'em! So...you live in Georgia. Are you, Johnson, saying that you hold your previous stated position in the Roswell Georgia offices of Fujitsu? If you stop now, I will stop, but you and I know that throwing your job in someone elses face needs to stop here. You have a good job, whatever, but you have definately overblown your status and responsibility. *sits back and smiles ready to put a end to this bullshit*

That is some kick ass Tuna. So did you just eat Tuna or did you samich it up?

Really? What brand.

If we are just going Rappers with Rocker then Ice Cubes "The Wicked" owns them ALL!!

*stares blankly* Y..you're kidding right? You add 18 points from a point guard that doesn't like to pass and you think THAT will get you to the playoffs. What do the Wizards have, like 50 2 guards and one big man. That isn't going to get them anywhere. Do they even have a coach yet?

This concept intrigues me. What the hell is the GC...Game Cube? GameCube > Ice Cube Iced Tea > Ice-T Where's that old thread where we did this in? I have no clue Wasn't that more by mistake though. Or in the middle of a flame war or something. It was purdy. Huss. like looking down on a pyramid what is the point of this? Who cares? It's fun. ANYWAY. Eagan would fuck it up. Damn you to HECK!

Really? My attempt is to annoy you...seems to be working. And I'm not grasping at straws, I'm just pointing out that ARE YOU SURE that you have a civil engineering degree from their and not another kind of degree. It could be the moonshine braindamage talking again. But, I raised your ire...I'm done. *walks out whistling happily*

This concept intrigues me. What the hell is the GC...Game Cube? GameCube > Ice Cube Iced Tea > Ice-T Where's that old thread where we did this in? I have no clue Wasn't that more by mistake though. Or in the middle of a flame war or something. It was purdy.

Sure you don't mean environmental engineering...(I'm trying to help you out here man) And you work for one of the largest computer distributors in the world and don't own a scanner. Thats like taking the bus to your job at the car dealership.

This concept intrigues me. What the hell is the GC...Game Cube? GameCube > Ice Cube Iced Tea > Ice-T

This concept intrigues me. What the hell is the GC...Game Cube?