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Bitches I hope you know
Bitches I hope you know

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that hoe
Baby come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that hoe
Shorty come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Yo I'm up in the club and the parties jumpin
Bitches passin by and they're eyeball fuckin
I'm drinkin Cristale now they're tryin to kiss me
Sayin 'Funny Man, can you sign my titties?'
No, I got four bitches in the back of my Rover
The Fantastic Four sayin 'Funny, can I blow ya?'
Three were preppy and one was scene
So three for me and one for Charlie
This girl's seventeen, now I'm a pedophile
Now she's showing me her tits I think this girl's gone wild

I whipped* out my dick and her jaw hit the floor
Acted like she never seen a magnum before
Turn off the lights and now I'm gonna film it
Turn on the night vision like she's Paris Hilton
Funny walked in and said 'Chupa me pito'
Then she munched his dick like a macho burrito FUCK YEAH

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that ho
Baby come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that ho
Shorty come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Now I'm Cadillaxin, candle waxin
I like your fat ass, bitch grab my jacket
And Grab a taxi, get in the back seat
Fuck, suck, dick, lick
Man we nasty
Drive fast please cuz this booze is not lasting
One too many shots and I seem to be passing
I think this chick is down ya she's down for the threesome
Called the homie J just to see if he needs some
Just got back comin from the bar
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Rubbin on this chicky's titties in the back of her car
But your* first mistake you said you liked my band
Second was you put my undead dick in your hand
And Im taken secret pix on my cellular phone
I got my fingers in places where they don't belong
Horny as FUCK
Pressing my LUCK
Get my dick SUCKED
So bitch GIVE IT UP YEEAH

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that ho
Baby come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that ho
Shorty come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Let's both get faded cuz you know that I want you
Let's both get naked, girl you know that you want to
Baby we can have a party tonight
I wanna hit it cuz I know that it's tight
Baby we can have a party tonight
I wanna hit it all night all night all night all night

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that hoe
Baby come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here let's bone

Bitches I hope you know
I won't stop 'til I hit that hoe
Shorty come say hello
And get your drunk ass over here *blank*
Don't stop yet I'm almost there
Get your drunk ass over here let's bone

This is your life and it's
ending one minute at a
time.


Warning: If you are
reading this then this
warning is for you. Every
word you read of this
useless fine print is
another second off your
life. Don't you have other
things to do? Is your life
so empty that you honestly
can't think of a better
way to spend these
moments? Or are you so
impressed with authority
that you give respect and
credence to all that claim
it? Do you think every
thing you're supposed to
think? Buy what you're
told to want? Get out of
your apartment. Meet a
member of the opposite
sex. Stop the excessive
shopping and masturbation.
Quit your job. Start a
fight. Prove you're alive.
If you don't claim your
humanity you will become a
statistic. You have been
warned- Tyler.

Hey, you created me. I
didn't create some loser
alter-ego to make myself
feel better.

All right, if the
applicant is young, tell
him he's too young. Old,
too old. Fat, too fat. If
the applicant then waits
for three days without
food, shelter, or
encouragement he may then
enter and begin his
training.

It's only after we've lost
everything that we're free
to do anything.

You're not your job.
You're not how much money
you have in the bank.
You're not the car you
drive. You're not the
contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking
khakis. You're the
all-singing, all-dancing
crap of the world.

The things you own end up
owning you.

A guy who came to Fight
Club for the first time,
his ass was a wad of
cookie dough. After a few
weeks, he was carved out
of wood.

Without pain, without
sacrifice, we would have
nothing.

And then, something
happened. I let go. Lost
in oblivion. Dark and
silent and complete. I
found freedom. Losing all
hope was freedom.

Fuck what you know. You
need to forget about what
you know, that's your
problem. Forget about what
you think you know about
life, about friendship,
and especially about you
and me.

We're consumers. We are
by-products of a lifestyle
obsession. Murder, crime,
poverty, these things
don't concern me.

I'll bring us through
this. As always. I'll
carry you - kicking and
screaming - and in the end
you'll thank me.

Every evening I died, and
every evening I was born
again, resurrected.

Narrator: Nobody knows
that they saw it, but they
did...
Tyler Durden: A nice, big
cock...
That's the cue for a
changeover. He flips the
projectors, the movie
keeps right on going, and
nobody in the audience has
any idea.
Like splicing single
frames of pornography into
family films.

Just tell him you fuckin'
did it. Tell him you blew
it all up. That's what he
wants to hear.

You said that if anyone
ever interferes with
Project Mayhem, even you,
we gotta get his balls.

You can swallow a pint of
blood before you get sick.


I have a better solution.
You keep me on the payroll
as an outside consultant
and in exchange for my
salary, my job will be
never to tell people these
things that I know. I
don't even have to come
into the office, I can do
this job from home.

I know everything you do,
so if you know I know.

Deja vu - all over again.

Tänää kello 19.00 - 20.20 asti tässä on ollut joku kananen joka on kirjoitellut teille kaikille jotain kivaa toivottavasti (: elikkä ppyrde on tullut takaisin eli nyt loppu kommentointi jos oon laittanu aikaisemmin jotain en laita enää toivottavasti et sinäkään (:

Hollywood Undead saatana !

omg oon NVIP=NOT VERY IMPORTANT PERSON

vippi ois semi jees

vittu käy vituttaa, pitäs johoki kouluu jaksaa mennä prkl

HOME =)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)

somebody tulee ulos?

kuolen tylsyytee ei väsytä ja kaikki on jossai :(

oon suru

[Krayzie] What's happenin nigga?
[Dealer] Hell yeah, what's up my nigga?
Ain't notin just out here grindin, my nigga you know what it is
What's up nigga what you need?
[Krayzie] I need some weed
[Dealer] Aw, man I don't even fuck wit da weed no more
[Krayzie] What?
[Dealer] Aw, hell naw, man I got this new shit
Man this shit called ecstasy man
[Krayzie] Ecstasy, what?
[Dealer] Nigga this tha shit, man
Nigga this shit will have you on the level wit ya female and everythang, nigga
Look I'ma give you one of these muthafucka's let you try this muthafucka out, man
And I bet you be callin me tomorrow
talkin 'bout you wan't some more of this shit
Man I'm tellin you; shit have you on the level
Man you need to put the weed down fuck wit this shit
Boy, I'm tellin you boy
[Krayzie] This nigga trippin
[Dealer] This shit will have you on the level
[Krayzie] Straight fuck it. Gimme one of them muthafuckas dere man
[Dealer] Here, take that one and call me in the morning nigga

[Krayzie Bone]
I feel so zigidy zigidy zigidy, cause I'm floatin in ecstasy. [4x]

[Krayzie Bone]
As you can see I took the pill (took the pill), right to the house
Grab a shot of liquor and pop pop popped it in my mouth
An' I'm thinkin to my self that this might be a waste of my time,
cause what if I don't even get high
Thirty minutes dun came by, I didn't even seem high,
until I stood up and looked at the ceiling for some reason
Now I'm tweakin, then I tried to walk but I was SSLLOOWW
I guess I'm floatin in ecstasy (Just like the nigga told me)

[Krayzie Bone & Flesh Bone]
I fell so realish realish realish, cause we floatin in ecstasy. [4x]

[Flesh Bone]
My name come alive (?).
An I'm pokin in sumpin oh damn but it ain't no joke
Cut guards and red beans
And for them niggaz that follow me around for my mojo
Feelin so see... Cause I'm floatin in ecstasy
(Alright) Ahh, my nigga just call up the homie
To hook us up on that liquid G
An if these hoes don't wanna see, they gotta check the spot quickly
Im feelin way high, but I'm also feelin way low
But damn I'm stuck in between.
Fuckin wit broad boys and neva get used
Just help, just throw in a few more.
Diablos, nigga Flesh Bone so chill
I'm feelin it hump through my body, feelin hot an exotic
Feelin knocked out, feelin too sexy for my muthfuckin self
Gotta find my bitch and fuck her ass to death

[Krayzie Bone & Flesh Bone]
I feel so realish realish realish cause we floatin in ecstasy. [4x]

[Layzie Bone]
Whose my nigga that told me the level I started to see the devil
Nigga was floatin in ecstasy
Shit, I took the pill. Couldn't feel nothin so I'm breakin
But about thirty more minutes later, nigga was on the couch fainted
Arms sweaty, man why in the fuck y'all let me do this?
Im lookin at my homegirl like I wanna, nigga this some new shit
I realized, nigga took one step an started stumblin
An I was tryin to call my nigga but he couldn't hear me,
so I guess I'm mumblin
Fall off into sumpin. But I guess I'm on a mission
Tellin my niggaz that I love 'em now but it ain't nobody listenin
Whistlin hangin out tha window, need me some indo.
Till I let go like, me silky fine.ine.ine.
Flown the expo, knock, knock, knock at tha door.
But nigga was paranoid so I grabbed the gun bucked it at the door
Ooh-wee, shit happens, my family got me faded
But I'm runnin a secret cuz.. cuz a nigga can't take it.
Shake it if I can but I'm blendin wit da killas
And I wish E was here to feel pillish

[Wish Bone]
I feel so violen't violen't fuckin wit that ecstasy. Come roll wit me.[4x]

[Wish Bone]

I've been smokin weed for a very long time, why should I change?
An plus they say that ecstasy shit fucks up ya brain (brain)
Ah, ah, why should I (I) just to get high, when weed gets me high?
Nigga try this here. They said betta then that there
They say, "Ya like it (ya like it)". So I tried it. (i tried it)
I thought the shit will have a nigga high an horny
Im high, but I'm to high. Wanna hurt somebody
Nigga you trippin, get a hold of that shit, and ride that high
But I'm trippin, body moves, won't nobody get hurt (hurt)

[Bizzy Bone]
Groanin, groanin, groanin and she ain't even in the car
Layzie won't believe me high off the LSD
What y'all don't know, we ridin on the highway
Get the wheel so I can go down on ya, I sever it on my own way
She reachin feelin so zigidy zigidy zigidy
Got these bitches, fuckin these bitches
Baby be peeled off, peelin on movin slow
An Bizzy be rock hard, tongue-well and mean slow
We in the club dropped, fucked up, and still rollin
They know my pockets swollen. Hold up show'dem we rollin
We rollin, rollin, rollin and rollin, rollin, rollin
I feel so zigidy zigidy zigidy cause we rollin ova' ecstasy