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φλας games mtfucka!!!!!!!

εχουμε και λέμε online basketball
ένα παιχνίδι ελεύθερων βολών που κυριαρχεί η ευγενής άμιλλα μεταξύ των διαγωνιζομένων (καμιά χιλιάρα πάντα απ’ όλη την υφήλιο)
ΕΜΠΡΟΣ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΣΗΚΩΣΟΥΜΕ ΤΗΝ ΕΛΛΑΔΑ ΜΑΣ ΣΤΗΝ ΚΟΡΥΦΗ ΤΟΥ ΚΟΣΜΟΥ (μετά μια σπρωξιά είναι και καθάρισες)

δεύτερον
ένα καινούριο ζομποπαίχνιδο που επιτέλους τα απκγρέιντς γίνονται εύκολα και διασκεδαστικά.
φλογοβολο και αλυσοπρίονο μάι γουέπονς οφ τσόις

take ’em to war

MF Doom]
Ayo, Doom the super motherfucking villain
Chilling with my man the Grimm Reaper
Letting niggas know, all is fair in motherfucking war
Once more, all is fair in World War III
So Grimm Reaper, set it

[MF Grimm, Verse 1]
You want to stare at me, you want to glare at me
But I handle all beef, like American meat
I react, sneak attack, the gat Grimm packs
I click six, the nigs’ necks catch wreck, and blow their wigs back
Mentally sick, battle rap is a jail pick
Blood on my knife, or either shit on my dick yea
Battle me and you’re all dead, I’m taking niggas out with dreads
Blow outs and also bald heads, tracks
Straight from the underground dacks
Rappers step up or only end up in the stacks
Nine years it took, nine years of hitting books
Now I’m king of the crooks, making money like I’m Garth Brooks
Will I die? Who’s to say?
My brain is the maze of death, so choose your way
Get burnt like a candle, very hard to handle
Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals
It’s a fantasy to beat me in fact
Mr. Warkentatoo would even have to turn their fucking backs
The Grimm Reaper’s stats are known to lock up with the best
And after I test the best, I guess I’ll lock up with the fucking rest
A girl battle I do the same
Tie the bitch up, and beat her ass like I’m fucking Rick James
In the minds of the insane, I’m in the hall of fame
Music equal murder, It’s the same thing

[Chorus]
Cause shit ain’t never gonna change
Fuck it, time to load the clips and we take em to war
Niggas wanna flip
Then we take em to war
Break a nigga proper
Then we break em some more
Cause shit ain’t never gonna change
Fuck it, time to load the clips and we take em to war
Niggas wanna flip
Then we take em to war
Break a nigga proper
Then we break em some more

[Verse 2]
Bitch when it’s time for me to go, no
As far as I’m concerned, I died a long time ago
Enter the mind of The Reaper if you dare
Man, woman, child, but bring a lot of clothes because you got to stay a while
Rappers come in loads, but left dead in piles
And floored like tiles, I beat down clowns
I wipe off smiles, killed a man for every inch that you can count in a mile
The master of disaster, killer of styles
I come from the streets, I represent the streets
I can never rape a woman, but I’ll rape a fucking beat
If Donald Goines wrote my life my name would be Kenyatta
I don’t chose to kill a brother, but to stay alive right now I gotta
It can never be harmony because of jealousy
Niggas want a piece of me, but my gun disagrees
Rappers all you know is talk
But when you come from the streets, shit all you know is war
And that’s all I know, so, that’s all you feel at my motherfucking show
Punk ass motherfuckers, know why?

[Chorus]

Die motherfuckers
The Grimm Reapers in the motherfucking house
The Grimm Reapers in the motherfucking house
For the undertakers in this motherfucker

Shit ain’t never gonna change.. FUKKIT!
Time to load the clips THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR
Niggaz wanna flip THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR
Break a nigga proper THEN WE BREAK HIM SOME MORE

[Grimm]
I represent the murderers and felony offenders
who either bought time out to get these legal tenders
(Surrender!) Nah I’m goin out with a bang nigga
FUCK PATAKI I gotta do my thang nigga
Forty-four mag, bustin into action
Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions
Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer
I’m lurkin, I’m waitin, attackin like a linebacker
Fuck what you heard, crime pays
and always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways
We kill crews, hearts go numb
and if retaliation comes then yo fuck it, it just comes
(Yo who you?) I’m Dr. Death motherfucker ever heard of me?
Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery
I’m already dead, so nah, you can’t murder me
cause quantities of entities enter me evilly

Chorus: repeat 2X

[B1]
Since I murder for hire, rapid fire’s what I require
Makin niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wire
cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin gauges
The ’95 Larry Davis and I’m wettin niggaz for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
and ain’t no tellin, when I’ma crack your fuckin melon
For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips
Leavin niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips
with the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin niggaz while they sleepin
Shots repeatin, leavin faggot niggaz leakin
When I cock back the iron, niggaz is dyin, marchin to Zion
cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion
Word son, niggaz be collapsin, cause my weapons is
ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions
In the underworld, shootin gallery niggaz lose calories
cause my salary’s based on fatalities

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Kool G. Rap]
Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta
umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I’m set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle they’ll be piecin niggaz back like fuckin puzzles
Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy
When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys
Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I’m puttin red dots
on niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it’s murder
cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo’-pound
Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down
I see em, he’s comin out the fuckin coliseum
and hopped into a BM, shit!
Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had
Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide
I’m rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we’re gainin on him
(oh shit he’s with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat
When they find him, he’ll be a backseat driver
But I ain’t finished with the trigger yet, I’m lightin up a cigarette
Bang bang, I left the other nigga wet
It’s G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose

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ΘΑΝΑΤΟΣ στα αρρωστιάρικα παράσιτα. θα θελα να γίνω για 2 ώρες ο όζι και να βγω παγανιά στο σύνταγμα για μια ώρα.
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o 12θεϊστής καθηγητής στην κλινική μου ήθελε μάθημα και στις 23 1ον) γιατί αυτός ψωλάρει
2ον) γιατί ο χριστός δε γεννήθηκε τότες

λες και κάποιος νοιάζεται για το ποτε γεννήθηκε
ζμπούτσα μας μάγκα!!!!!
τέσπα σαπίλα και πάτρια εδάφη και στις ιδιαίτερες πατρίδες παίζονται πολλές παρτίδες (πέρασεςκαναμάθημαπαντρεύεταιηθειακλεισμενοςσπιτιμακριααποτοδικοσουπισικαιτηγατανακλαιειμεαλλονεπαρεα)
όπως και να χει, απομονωμένοι ομφαλοσκοπώμεν το άγνωστο και βγαίνει μια χοντρή.
μερρι μαδαφάκιν κρίστμας που λέγε και ο ίζι που πήγε στους γιατρούς για άζμα(ετσι το λεει ο παππους μου) και του βγήκε AIDS και ο πρώην φίλος του ο παγάκιας που φώναζε ιτσ ντα χόλιντέιζ και δίνει όπως όλοι ρισπέκτ στον κέι αρ ες που από εκεί που έβριζε τους μπάτσους και έβλεπε ότι οι μαύροι μπάτσοι ήταν απλά ενα κόλπο ενσωμάτωσης τώρα κάνει διαφημίσεις για τη νάικ. αρκετά με το παραλήρημα. μουσικό διάλλειμα.


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