Perfxion Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 "Magic Stick" was a good song the first 100 times I heard it back in May. Now that song is the most over played song EVER, passing 50 Cent's "In Da Club" and passing "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana and this song DIDN"T have a video, that is all radio airplay to make everyone sick of that damn song. But, since Marney hates it: Chorus: 50 Cent] I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight And I'll show you maaagic (What? What?) Maaagic I got the magic stick [50 Cent] I'm a freak to the core Get a dose once, you gon' want some more My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl This exclusive shit I don't share with the world I have you up early in the mornin, moanin Back shot, proper or low can't stop us Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle I skeet it up, straight beat it up.. .. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin Tonight's the night, you can fall in love You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up My left stroke's the death stroke [Chorus: Lil' Kim] I got the magic clit I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight And I'll show you maaagic (What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clit [Lil' Kim] Lil' Kim not a whore But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys When it, come to sex don't test my skills Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels .. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!! [Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Lil' Kim) I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice (I am the baddest chick) (Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight) (And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?) Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh) (I got the magic clit) [Lil' Kim] + (50 Cent) Now put your face in it I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it (Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records And the time is (one minute, six seconds) (Magic stick) I got the magic bop HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT (The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot) The minks, the leathers, the CL drop [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Firestarter Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself. It's true. Rap really does cause violence.
Guest The Old Me Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Whatta man whatta man whatta man what a mighty good man, what a mighty might good man.
Firestarter Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Wherever this... person came from, will someone please send him back.
Guest Agent of Oblivion Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due To the man that's made a difference in my world And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low Cuz I never heard about him with another girl But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic To let it get me involved in that he said/ she said crowd And believe me y'all, he's worth it So here's to the future cuz we got through the past I finally found someone that can make me laugh (Ha ha ha) You so crazy I think I wanna have your baby
Perfxion Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 If rap will cause violence lets see if this will make her want to kill.... Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggaz trying to take my life away I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me [Verse One] Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over [Chorus - singing] Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me [Verse Two] Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Chorus] [Verse Three] Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing [Chorus]
Guest The Old Me Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks lick on these nuts and sucks their dicks....
Perfxion Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Here is a song I that I am listening to right now: [Cam'Ron - repeat 15X] Dip Set [Chorus] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) [Verse One: Juelz Santana] Hang with gangs, that hang and bang Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang Damn, it's new the game done changed I got a whole selection, a whole collection A ho selection of my ho collection And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin' Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww) Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother... And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww) Go,it's your birthday Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday [Chorus] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) [Verse Two: Juelz Santana] Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them Four-fos and glocks and them They the paparrazi, they the livest posses Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a [Chorus] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man Diplomat Records man
Guest The Old Me Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Camron's version of "bitches aint shit...." Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks lick on the nuts, blow the dick (I beat my bitch with a stick, WHAT!)
Firestarter Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Here's what I'm listening to: "Let's snap our fingers, clap our hands Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside Let's give 'em what the song demands Down by the riverside, down by the riverside We'll hear them playing, keep that beat Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside Let's get together, what a treat Down by the riverside, down by the riverside Strike up the band, start the parade Don't let that grand old rhythm fade Just play that drum, play that number When the saints come marchin' in. Shake tambourines, play that cornet Crank up that horn you won't forget Your heart will hum to that number When the saints come marchin' in. The cymbals clang, just pound that beat Sounds like a hundred marching feet It's fun to join in that number When the saints come marchin' in. See banners wave, oh hear that ring We all feel prouder than a king 'Cause everyone, everyone loves that number When the saints come marchin' in." - Elvis Presley, Down by the Riverside/When the Saints Come Marchin' In
Guest Marney's Life-Partner Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself. It's true. Rap really does cause violence. Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena.
EL BRUJ0 Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 Last song I listened to: Eminem: Kill You When I was just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about bein broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?! (AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it (AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you (AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me .. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha) I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you.. Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse to do it again, THEN, if he does it again you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th (Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me .. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha) I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you.. Eh-heh, know why I say these things? Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE! TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her from principal to the student body and counselor from in-school to before school to out of school I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J. I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE You faggots keep eggin me on til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME! Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me .. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha) I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you.. Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies You know I love you
Guest The Old Me Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself. It's true. Rap really does cause violence. Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena. This could get interesting.
Guest TheZsaszHorsemen Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself. It's true. Rap really does cause violence. Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena. This could get interesting. No it won't. The gimmick's retired, I just bring it back on occaision.
Guest The Old Me Posted September 15, 2003 Report Posted September 15, 2003 My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself. It's true. Rap really does cause violence. Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena. This could get interesting. No it won't. The gimmick's retired, I just bring it back on occaision. Damn you for making me think something interesting would happen on here today.
Ripper Posted September 16, 2003 Report Posted September 16, 2003 Here's what I'm listening to: "Let's snap our fingers, clap our hands Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside Let's give 'em what the song demands Down by the riverside, down by the riverside We'll hear them playing, keep that beat Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside Let's get together, what a treat Down by the riverside, down by the riverside Strike up the band, start the parade Don't let that grand old rhythm fade Just play that drum, play that number When the saints come marchin' in. Shake tambourines, play that cornet Crank up that horn you won't forget Your heart will hum to that number When the saints come marchin' in. The cymbals clang, just pound that beat Sounds like a hundred marching feet It's fun to join in that number When the saints come marchin' in. See banners wave, oh hear that ring We all feel prouder than a king 'Cause everyone, everyone loves that number When the saints come marchin' in." - Elvis Presley, Down by the Riverside/When the Saints Come Marchin' In *cries for Marney*
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