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What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine
bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standin firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, black nobled you Ali Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so? Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
The eyes of the Alien Xaero are narrowing. Impassively watching and waiting as the Arena Transforming high-ranking warriors into spineless mush. But the seedy stench of the death isn't enough to cloud your judgement. Abandoning every ounce of common sense and any trace of abysses. Your new environment rejects you with lava pits and atmospheric hazards as legions of foes surround you, testing the gut reaction that brought you here in the first place. Your purpose is unknown. Your only company, a mantra: Fight or be finished.
A hunter kills a deer and brings it home. He decides to clean and serve the venison for supper. He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won't eat it if they know what it is - so he does not tell them. His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for supper?" "You'll see", says his dad. They start eating supper and his daughter keeps asking what they're eating. "Ok," says her dad, "here's a hint, its what your mother sometimes calls me." "We're eating asshole!!", she screams.
Senor Cheesburger is a fag and he must have mother issues. He keeps stalking me through my blog, and leaving uncalled for comments. What's funny is, he is too dumb to realize that I have controls & have to approve his dumb ass comments first before they can be published. Fucking bitch! lmao!
Remember that nite you ate my pussy?... I fucked another man RAW before I came over. I guess this is why you are bitter & keep harassing me.... pay back is a bitch. You should have never done me like you did. I hate you so much right now!!!!
Remember that nite you ate my pussy?... I fucked another man RAW before I came over. I guess this is why you are bitter & keep harassing me.... pay back is a bitch. You should have never done me like you did. I hate you so much right now!!!!
Yeah! Elaborate puh-lease! I'd love to see what Anon looks like to subject herself to those pearly white choppers of Senor Cheese as he utilizes his furry Womb-broom.
153 Comments:
THIRD BITCHES!
3:09 PM
4th saggin.
5:18 PM
(5th) When are you going to send me bathrooms images for my NYbathrooms blog? : )
5:30 PM
I will not contribute to this.
3:39 AM
Ever.
3:39 AM
Seriously, dude.
3:40 AM
I am going to write a script on female
Laurel and Hardy
5:14 AM
Well since NASCAR Meat and the Movie (soon to be) Legend Deepak have contributed, I know for a fact Im safe.
9:03 AM
But them Bitches are hot!
9:03 AM
Eleven. Good luck.
5:53 PM
Shit, I mean, I was no. 13 by your f'd up counting system. And now I'm 14.
5:54 PM
Those freaks don't count.
13th!!! Woo!
this isn't going as well as planned... :(
12:28 PM
14th
dork.
6:45 PM
Oh, yeah. You're sooooo close.
NASCAR Meat? Better go check it out.
10:38 PM
I
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Commenting
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here
2:08 AM
Excellent post.
2:08 AM
22nd for you!
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Boobs.
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7:50 AM
You want 100 comments, do you? Well you won't get any help from me!
11:14 AM
No help at all, do you hear me?
11:15 AM
100, let's move on and call it a good one...
5:38 PM
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine
5:01 AM
bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
5:01 AM
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums
5:01 AM
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
5:01 AM
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
5:02 AM
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation
5:02 AM
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
5:02 AM
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
5:02 AM
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, black nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
5:02 AM
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
5:02 AM
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5:32 AM
The eyes of the Alien Xaero are narrowing. Impassively watching and waiting as the Arena Transforming high-ranking warriors into spineless mush. But the seedy stench of the death isn't enough to cloud your judgement. Abandoning every ounce of common sense and any trace of abysses. Your new environment rejects you with lava pits and atmospheric hazards as legions of foes surround you, testing the gut reaction that brought you here in the first place. Your purpose is unknown. Your only company, a mantra: Fight or be finished.
Welcome to the Arena!
12:28 PM
whoah!
1:06 PM
You know I am getting close to 100 comments here: Bono is Brian Peppers!
I could use some help too!
3:41 PM
Does this mean you arent moving in a new topic until you get a Hundy on this one?
10:41 AM
Beacause if thats true
10:41 AM
We really dont have much longer to wait.
10:42 AM
In the mean time, go check out those Bikini Bitches over at Butchies place. Dayamn!
10:42 AM
You need more nerds commenting...
11:16 AM
here's another for good measure
9:34 PM
One more comment.
I retrived my blog,but lost all the links. I will fix it soon
3:37 AM
One more comment.
I retrived my blog,but lost all the links. I will fix it soon
3:40 AM
EVERyone back up your templates! Trust me!
5:19 AM
how?
8:16 AM
Kneegrow please! Just cut and paste the template into microsoft word. And save it.
3:26 PM
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11:32 PM
Just helping the cause...
11:35 PM
whoa the first ones a bit frightening.
4:29 PM
A hunter kills a deer and brings it home. He decides to clean and serve the venison for supper. He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won't eat it if they know what it is - so he does not tell them. His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for supper?" "You'll see", says his dad. They start eating supper and his daughter keeps asking what they're eating. "Ok," says her dad, "here's a hint, its what your mother sometimes calls me." "We're eating asshole!!", she screams.
8:56 PM
I think this is either number 75 or 78....
Your blog made me laugh so much, a little bit of wee came out.
3:34 AM
I don't know what number this is but mobve the dang shower stall before we have to site you for a visual nusicance.
7:02 AM
Senor Cheesburger is a fag and he must have mother issues. He keeps stalking me through my blog, and leaving uncalled for comments. What's funny is, he is too dumb to realize that I have controls & have to approve his dumb ass comments first before they can be published. Fucking bitch! lmao!
12:26 PM
you're a racist
12:30 PM
Remember that nite you ate my pussy?... I fucked another man RAW before I came over. I guess this is why you are bitter & keep harassing me.... pay back is a bitch. You should have never done me like you did. I hate you so much right now!!!!
12:31 PM
Yeah! Do something with that damn showerstall and don't let it just sit out there in your front yard like that.
I'm trying Senor Cheese - you'll get 100 sometime.
-Margie
2:29 PM
You need to learn how to spell Señor. Wannabeaner! :-)
3:27 PM
Remember that nite you ate my pussy?... I fucked another man RAW before I came over. I guess this is why you are bitter & keep harassing me.... pay back is a bitch. You should have never done me like you did. I hate you so much right now!!!!
I would like someone to elaborate on this.
4:00 PM
Yeah! Elaborate puh-lease! I'd love to see what Anon looks like to subject herself to those pearly white choppers of Senor Cheese as he utilizes his furry Womb-broom.
(Is this 100 comments yet?)
4:42 PM
what 85 or some shit?
6:56 PM
I think u want 100 comments:
"100 Comments"...
is this u r looking for ;-)
10:50 PM
visit my new post
4:23 AM
Are you at 100 yet?????
12:37 PM
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7:03 PM
Aw man, now you made me mess my pants again - shit, the ugly ones do it for me every time.
How the hell did I stumble over this blog again . . . .
2:05 AM
Oh, and stressed out anon, stop hiding behind an 'anon' moniker - let us know who you are so we can all harrass you, you pussy.
2:06 AM
Is this 92 yet?
Not long now.
Show me more Lindsey Lohan Pics.
2:07 AM
93 - I'll go now, I'm even boring myself.
2:07 AM
94
2:17 AM
Why havent you said you were editing a movie
2:18 AM
Why havent you visited my post
2:19 AM
3 t0 go
2:20 AM
what will be your new post all about/
2:20 AM
ninety nine
2:21 AM
you have created a new record .
U have hit century.
All the best.
May god bless you that all your posts get 100 comments
2:24 AM
YAHOO!!! 10!
I AM THE KING OF THE WORRRRRRRLD!
4:11 PM
Ugh I wanted to be number 100.
Ill have to get a head start on 1000.
6:37 PM
Don't let me stop you.
1000 here we come!
5:09 PM
Are we going for the 1000 then?
5:23 AM
Are we?
5:23 AM
Well, are we or not?
5:23 AM
Or am I just wasting my time?
5:24 AM
Anyone?
5:24 AM
Have we moved on?
5:24 AM
Or are we still going for the record people?
5:24 AM
Screw you all then - well some of you, or maybe none!
Bollocks
5:25 AM
Come on people, Jeez, you guys have no sense of adventure.
(Whereas I have no sense).
4:07 AM
Lets go for 10000
7:27 AM
Yeah, lets.
10000 - GO!!
2:57 AM
I'm up for this.
Come on you fags.
2:57 AM
me too - yay
2:31 AM
10000? Go go go
2:31 AM
come on, we can do it
2:31 AM
I'll help
2:32 AM
come on - and show me paris hiltons quaffle
2:33 AM
yeh, quaffle quaffle quaffle.
2:34 AM
Someone else must want to do this.
Lets break it down, 1000 first then the big push to 10,000.
Bite and hold people, we can advance under the cover of a creeping barrage and get the fuckers as they crawl out of their dugouts.
2:36 AM
Fuck that, lets just advance towards their guns and suffer horrendous losses from enfilade machine gun fire.
2:37 AM
This is a werry sirry idea
2:37 AM
126 - Jeez, this is taking longer than I thought.
2:40 AM
I'll help.
So.... how you guys doing?
8:21 PM
hello?
8:21 PM
I said HOW ARE YOU DOING!!!
8:21 PM
HEY!
DONT IGNORE ME!
8:21 PM
Screw you guys... I'm going home.
8:21 PM
I'm back
6:26 AM
Whoooo - we will reach the 10,000
6:26 AM
maybe
6:27 AM
I
6:27 AM
give
6:27 AM
up
6:27 AM
until
6:27 AM
reach
6:27 AM
the
6:28 AM
well
6:28 AM
maybe
6:28 AM
will,
6:28 AM
as
6:28 AM
now.
6:29 AM
Goodbye!
6:29 AM
see
8:04 PM
you
8:04 PM
i
8:04 PM
think
8:05 PM
you're
8:05 PM
a
8:05 PM
great
8:05 PM
1,000 here we come!
8:05 PM
woo-hoo!
8:05 PM
why set your sights at 1000?
Go for the biggie
10,000 here we come
2:44 AM
looks like it's just you and me buddy
2:44 AM
still just us
2:44 AM
can someone else help now?
2:45 AM
seriously... Doees it even count if it's just us?
6:16 PM
Maybe, maybe not!
Who cares, it's the numbers that count . . . . . . . oh, sorry for that . . . . . ;-)
3:59 AM
I've lost count now . . . .
Shall we start from 1 again?
8:17 AM
can i help?
8:17 AM
no - fuck off
8:17 AM
Twelvety seven!
6:33 AM
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