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He's been in the chat room by himself for a while now, and while we were all in there... he may have responded once or twice. I'm worried, if anyone knows Kreese... give him a call, cuz this is worrying.

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Back from the dead second L.P. here we go

Comin at ya from the

R.O.M.E.O.

Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys

hat turned back in

some Airwalk jimmys

Never slackin hoes I be mackin

not wacked I don't try

to act black when

I came up i came at ya from the outskirts

bag of weed in

the pocket of my sweatshirt

Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the

bone

Hit bound from the Mo-town allen

fuck a 40 I drink it by the

gallon

I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.

park parties gettin drunk

on Sunday

Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up

An

now I've toured this nation

pimp of the nation

pullin hoes

Rock the

set in each city then step

me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef

Bitches,

they think I'm sexist

but all I want baby is your grits for

breakfast

Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries

and gimme a plate of that pussy

on the side

Triple x on the set showin no class

just a foul mouthed

little fuckin smart ass

No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass

smoked dope

and i flunked every class

Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I

bash

invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed

An outcast sick

of being harassed so I dashed

moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin

grass

Now I reside on the eastside lovin it

cold 40 dog in a brown bag

chuggin it

Flex, sex, run of the next

flippin and trippin and rippin and

shakin the suckers who wanted 2

Front an get around 2 the

2 get up or get

down 2 the rhyme

I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like

Every

time fuck I don't eat no manwich

kickin back coolin with a cold grits

sandwich

Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town

but this town ain't

shit but a ghost town

Who ever said it they lied they fessed

bitch I'm

the best in the mother fuckin midwest

Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell

it

sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck

One bad bitch I smoke hash

from a stick

Got more cash than fuckin White Boy Rick

My first LP wasn't

pushed for shit

so Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick

Cuz I'm rippin

like a chainsaw

yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like Hee Haw

Roll

it up, take a hit and then pass it

That's how we do it when we roll down

Gratiot

In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat

two in the front and two

hoes in the back seat

 

I'm glad to see my nigga Kreese back.

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I always wished that wheel would break off one day.

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Good riddance. I hate how even if someone was hated, when they die they become a saint. Fukk you Sensei John Kreese. I know plenty of you were saying it in his heyday and I'm sure many of you thought, "You know what, if he died, I wouldn't care." Now that he's possibly dead and if not, definitely suffering, you all are all like "Awwwwww poor Kreese." I'd hate to see how you all would respond if Josef Stalin or Chairman Mao posted here then died.

 

"Looking beyond the fact that he killed million of his own countrymen, and the numerous spats we had in the Campaign '08 thread, it sucks that Joe died. Despite being a godless communist, I know that he is in heaven with George Carlin and Kurt Cobain watching Eddie and Benoit put on a 5 star classic."

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