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Pikku Timppa oli ulkona ja veti kuollutta sammakkoa narunpäässä. Sitten Timppa meni sisään paikalliseen ilotaloon, ja sanoi tiskin takana olevalle matamille:
* Haluaisin naista!
* Olen pahoillani, mutta olet aivan liian nuori, vastasi matami.
Timppa heitti sadan euron setelin tiskille. Matami nappasi setelin vikkelästi, ja sanoi:
* Kolmas ovi oikealla.
Timppa lähti kapuamaan rappuja ylös, mutta kääntyi vielä alas.
* Odota! Hänellä pitää sitten olla tippuri myös!
* Sellaisia naisia ei meillä ole, vastasi matami.
Timppa viskasi taas satasen tiskille.
* Toinen ovi vasemmalla.
Ja niin Timppa kapusi taas raput ylös. Puolen tunnin kuluttua tuli Timppa alas rappuja vetäen taas kuollutta sammakkoa perässään, moikkasi matamille ja kulki ulko-ovea kohti, kun matami rupesi kyselemään:
* Kyllähän minä ymmärrän, että noin nuori voi olla utelias.... mutta miksi hänellä piti olla tippuri?

Timppa vastaa:
* No nyt mulla on tippuri ja kun mä pääsen kotiin, niin kohta on mun lapsenvahdillakin.
Ja sit ku iskä ajaa sen kotiin, niin sekin saa sen ku se on silleen sen kaa auton takapenkillä.
Sit ku faija tulee kotiin niin se on mutsin kans sillee makkaris ja äitiki saa sit tippurin.
Ja sit aamulla ku iskä lähtee töihin ja maitokuski poikkee sisälle ja on silleen äiskän kaa niin se saa kans
JA SE ON SILLE MULKULLE IHAN OIKEIN, KU SE AJO MUN SAMMAKON KUOLIAAKSI

[X]
Cmon
[E]
Xzibit!
[X]
Yeah..
[E]
Ahh.... E-Dub

[Xzibit]
It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So beatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you realli want it
Ain't gonna put no extras on it

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a KR's one to a black cop
X and E's, out for cream, get the money
While you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to yall, in Any Given Sunday
With J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down nigga, bounce
come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it

[refrén]

[J-Ro]
J McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's like a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in their goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's
Cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on these like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by tha gallons

[Tash]
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it's liquid, don't mix it, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference
For instance, 21 and over, set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's restless
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist

tylsää on...

Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

Wicked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Were whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
(keeping Sodom at at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their message away
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...

Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cuz its gets more painful every time i die.

Out of strenght to fight.
I cannot take another night.
I cannot take it no more.
Lust of light slips through my fingers
like blood on my arms.
Black candle wax has buried me...

Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cuz its gets more painful every time i die.

Seksimatikkaa!

Laske sitä mukaan kun luet. Älä huijaa kattomalla loppua, tää ihan oikeesti toimii! Etene siis kohta kohdalta ja hämmästy!

1. Valitse luku kuinka monta kertaa viikossa haluaisit seksiä.
(Mieluummin enemmän kuin yksi, vähemmän kuitenkin kuin 10)

2. Kerro luku kahdella. (vähän röyhistelyä)

3. Lisää lukuun 5. (sunnuntain kunniaksi)

4. Kerro saamasi luku 50:lla.
*odottelee että saat sen laskimen haettua.....*

5. Jos olet jo viettänyt synttäreitäsi tänä vuonna lisää lukuun 1758, jos et ole, lisää 1757...

6. Nyt vähennä saamastasi luvusta syntymävuotesi. (neljä numeroa)

Nyt sulla pitäis olla kalkulaattorissa (tai päässä) kolmilukuinen numero.


Eka numero on se, kuinka monta kertaa haluisit saada viikossa seksiä. Seuraavat kaksi numeroa ovat yhdessä sun ikä! Toimii! Aika vaikuttavaa, eikö totta??