the radiologist

...okay, king cobra just left the party. You're on some other shit.

Good job being drunk, it's a great time and full of memories if remembered. If you weren't drunk, I'd have to put you on blast for being the worst-trying-to-mc drunk fuck in the history of the kwame era. ....plus nutriding would be called out instantaneously by others reading that 'rhyme', if drunkeness were not involved in your post incident. Yet, alcohol saved your ass. Alcohol saved you. Show your appreciation by visiting your friend tomorrow night. He thanks you. Your best friend is now a 40 of King Cobra.

^^^Yeah, I agree with that shit.

^^^^For real. Don't give a fuck whoever you are, or think if DSD ain't put in work as you see fit. Anyone is capable of destroying in a seconds time. Plus, if you're for real, you know graf has no rules, and you could get love instantly or hate-to-love fame whenever. Rift just did it today. Probably won't carry it out tomorrow, but still....opportunity is there to get into one of the most unruly worthless categories in America's historical genres....graf. You can be soft, hard, intellectual, or ignorant....but you play your cards right and you can gain fame in this graf shit. Look at Obama's bitch ass. He done did it in a different way, where it shouldn't have been done at all, yet he somehow did it. Damn...another paragraph of just talkin'! Anyways, bump DSDer. And I DO give a fuck about his ex, and what he has to say about her. That girl has a relationship with me and lives in my crib, and I gotta pay for the lawyers that she calls up to get restraining orders set up against him. Go fuck yourself, DSD's golden up in this bitch.

1-1.5 day piece. Yes, it is actually real, real nice. Elmer wears the pants in detroit....has been for a few years now.

Benjamin Linus.......is my first and only hero in life.

I will embark on the most testy adventure I've yet set forth in my early years. Completely ignoring this final season, only to wait for the DVD's to come out. I've watched this show through commercials, and introduced it to my girl a couple years back through DVD. It makes a hell of a difference, being able to watch 4 episodes back-to-back with no interruptions. Too broke for tivo, son.

By the way, I heard people tell me that a couple characters off this show were straight pulled off the B-more streets without any acting experience. Does anyone know which ones? All I peeped from watching the behind the scenes is that Proposition Joe talks like a striaght homosexual, completely different tone from his character. Has to be a gay.

Rented all of season five a couple days ago, and just wrapped it up. Waited over a year to wrap up the last season. Not disappointed at all, just wish I knew the road Marlo took from the last episode, and Omar definitely died on some gay shit. They should've kept his character going 'till the last episode. After season one, lost a $5 bet to my girl that Bodie would be the next kingpin. I should realize, all the fuckin' good shows kill off people you'd least expect to. Fuckin' bullshit. But gained $10 back from ol' girl when she thought Dookie, or whatever his name is, was going to work for a beastiality colony, when he decided to live with the crackhead junkmen that drive horses around town!! HAHAHA. Great show.

definiltey bump dibs.

Seen dibs do this, and painted under the same viaduct a day after he did. Two days before, met an out of town Canadian kid, who burned the fuck out of this dibs piece underneath, was gonna be back in a week to finish it before dibs capped it, needless to say the kid even wrote on the side of the piece "be back in a week". Those were the days few outta towners ventured in the yard. Dibs simply verbally stated "fuck that". Ignorant???? Naw, I really can't call ignorance on anything....just good memories, and you could do what the fuck you're capable of fuckin' doing in life.....ignorant or not.

sehv is the king status rocker.

ALRIGHT!!!!! You rep hard, son. Regardless, go lions tomorrow. Fuck Cincy.

Word. Shit ain't the same. This kinda talk is actually more important than pictures, and it takes years to learn it actually is. But, fuck it, most will say let's see flick or it ain't worth shit, and they'll be gone in a few. It's all good. Yo, DSD....kinda figured that shit, I'll hit you up tomorrow or next week, stay fly.

What the fuck do I even say to that!?????? I don't even know. If you knew my skill level, and WHY I hit "in the past" booty letters, then you'd NEVER talk about that shit. Letterwise, nowadays, I could hang with any fuckin' writer in detroit maybe for the exception of Malt, if ya gave me 30 cans of Montana. Send me an PM...because in an e-mail I can prove it to ya (if you're fuckin' worth proving shit to). But, first send me who the fuck you are to even waste my time. As far as bombing!???? Are you serious? I was all-city, and hittin' as hard as anyone in my prime, booty letters or not, or even no existing pictures to prove it. I'm not besides myself to say I'm a huge part of how street bombing came up in Detroit. I'm old as fuck son, got alot of shit in my life to where merely bombing, the shit I've waste years and years away has never got me, should NEVER mean anything to me from this point on. I really don't expect you to understand where I'm coming from until you put enough work in, or grow the fuck up in life...when the time is right....to understand that. The ONLY people who can EVER tell me something, is striaght the fuck up kosek, and fel. The ones I've never met, Justo and Sehv. Talk to those four.....I'd put money they'd tell you shut the fuck up on this conversation. Otherwise, just know my grandpa made a mean loaf of marble bread, but in the western region of Poland.

hahaha. Fool, I hit more streets in 2-3 years of my untimely short career than you ever will. Hit me up on a PM if you want to talk some more shit. You're just showing mad ignorance to history, son. Stop jumpin' on nuts, and PM bitch.

Ah, deth. You just repre-fuckin'-sentin. Good shit, homoboy. You're tellin' everybody something!

Yeah, Red is good peeps in real person. Well, maybe not real person...but in person, when he's fake. Homeboy should really learn that he ain't no god in graffiti because he's old school, or kept connections with well-known writers, but only kept with them 'cause they all bitch too! I first met that cat when I was toy as fuck back in like 96-97. That muthafucka never progressed from then, pretty much. I respect him because he's old school, paints more than me nowadays, but knows history, and stays in this shit soooo fuckin' long, even 'till this day schooling the youngsters. Only thing is, the youngsters who eventually grow as men, and as writers, will eventually realize stay the fuck away from this ho-ass muthafucka. I'll respect him, 'cause he's old school and we seen alot of the same shit. But as far as him being disrespectful, or condescending....fuck yeah he is...and has nothing to back that being acceptable. Fuck the Grizzle here and now, I'll have respect for the longevity, but other than that...please new school, or toy cats....don't listen to a fuckin' word this ho-ass bitch says. It ain't worth nothing. Collecting my pubic hair has more importance than what this bitch says about ANYTHING! -fohr- AND fuck stori's bitch ass too! :lol:

word.

Seeking doesn't respect me. I don't respect seeking. We argue. We come to an understanding. We argue again, inevitably. We hate each other. We haven't talked in years. I still like him. True story.

WHAT!???? HELL NAW. I'm sayin', this old fucker who's supposed to be dead taught me to move my pawn two spaces up over my king, then move the knights. Said fuck with the queen and I'm gravy from there on.

Turns out, I recieved a letter with no return address in the mail today. It was from my grandfather, who supposedly died 25 years ago. I was too young to attend the funeral and am still zoning into the crosshairs of cross examining elder family members who've claimed to attend said funeral. I know, deep down inside, this event in the past was a setup for currently unknown reasons. This, I know, in fact, is the content of today's letter which vividly described my penis situation at the age of 2, which only through cloudy negative remembrance I hold in heart from contact of my "late" grandfather. He was a man of honor, a man known throughout the lower region of the Kukuivac mountain region of Poland as a man who artisticly created wholesome marble bread loaves, and who's facial skin appearance mimicked that of Eckrich Cotto Salami. He frequently dated young Slovak gypsy women who were known to make quick pit-stops that of theivery nature at middle-western European goat cheese dairy farmers. His quick rise in the western district of Poland as the man who fathered as many children as Kevin Garnett in his prime, recieved recoginition or embellished noteriety, and at times applause from onlookers and jealous gawkers. This, is the man I've heard epic tales about, from where I'm told my disturbing, quickly uprising in the most insignificant scenario's of anger erupting instantaneously derived from....for he was, or now shown, is still a man who aquires this personality trait that somehow finds its ways to penetrate the youngest of unshaven female vaginas west of the Mississippi. Now, you can guess, which you already have probably chosen to, this is a turn of events completely unexpected as I woke up this morning thinking the highlight of my severely reuccring meteocre day would consist of deriving a breakfast concoction of fried salt pork rolls filled with blackmarket Russian caviar and Costa Rican pickled watermelon rind...which on a side note was exceptionally delicious. Yet, I'm enthralled at the end of the days events to realize that my grandfather had timely arrived at my side doorstep 10 minutes after recieving this unexpected, revealing letter...that he merely wanted to play a game of chess splitting 3 newly arrived McClassic wraps over a two-straw eggnog millkshake, only to describe my grandmother as a wretched, slithering, slimey troll who entrapped him where no other 11 year old was successful, by acquiring the knowledge of his life's only weak daily need, a distastefully culinary atrocity to most, the mixture of curdled goat milk cheese & a fermented egg of a 3-year fertile European Fesser ground bird. And by acquiring this salty mixture of a menu, and stuffing it into her vaginal cavity protected by freshly untwined sheep wool sewed through an abnormally large labia, she directed my dear grandfather to the lower eastside of Detroit, where she sexually tortured him by waiting for an unweaving labial ceremony taught by the same Slovakian gypsy's who ventured in for theivery.....had, years later, allowed the conceivement of my father, who in turn, with the help of supposed wine sold in plastic containers, birthed his first seed, myself. I will have to cut this short, for my visit to familytree.com has become long overdue.

Turns out, I recieved a letter with no return address in the mail today. It was from my grandfather, who supposedly died 25 years ago. I was too young to attend the funeral and am still zoning into the crosshairs of cross examining elder family members who've claimed to attend said funeral. I know, deep down inside, this event in the past was a setup for currently unknown reasons. This, I know, in fact, is the content of today's letter which vividly described my penis situation at the age of 2, which only through cloudy negative remembrance I hold in heart from contact of my "late" grandfather. He was a man of honor, a man known throughout the lower region of the Kukuivac mountain region of Poland as a man who artisticly created wholesome marble bread loaves, and who's facial skin appearance mimicked that of Eckrich Cotto Salami. He frequently dated young Slovak gypsy women who were known to make quick pit-stops that of theivery nature at middle-western European goat cheese dairy farmers. His quick rise in the western district of Poland as the man who fathered as many children as Kevin Garnett in his prime, recieved recoginition or embellished noteriety, and at times applause from onlookers and jealous gawkers. This, is the man I've heard epic tales about, from where I'm told my disturbing, quickly uprising in the most insignificant scenario's of anger erupting instantaneously derived from....for he was, or now shown, is still a man who aquires this personality trait that somehow finds its ways to penetrate the youngest of unshaven female vaginas west of the Mississippi. Now, you can guess, which you already have probably chosen to, this is a turn of events completely unexpected as I woke up this morning thinking the highlight of my severely reuccring meteocre day would consist of deriving a breakfast concoction of fried salt pork rolls filled with blackmarket Russian caviar and Costa Rican pickled watermelon rind...which on a side note was exceptionally delicious. Yet, I'm enthralled at the end of the days events to realize that my grandfather had timely arrived at my side doorstep 10 minutes after recieving this unexpected, revealing letter...that he merely wanted to play a game of chess splitting 3 newly arrived McClassic wraps over a two-straw eggnog millkshake, only to describe my grandmother as a wretched, slithering, slimey troll who entrapped him where no other 11 year old was successful, by acquiring the knowledge of his life's only weak daily need, a distastefully culinary atrocity to most, the mixture of curdled goat milk cheese & a fermented egg of a 3-year fertile European Fesser ground bird. And by acquiring this salty mixture of a menu, and stuffing it into her vaginal cavity protected by freshly untwined sheep wool sewed through an abnormally large labia, she directed my dear grandfather to the lower eastside of Detroit, where she sexually tortured him by waiting for an unweaving labial ceremony taught by the same Slovakian gypsy's who ventured in for theivery.....had, years later, allowed the conceivement of my father, who in turn, with the help of supposed wine sold in plastic containers, birthed his first seed, myself. I will have to cut this short, for my visit to familytree.com has become long overdue.

This shit is mad good. Peep this shit out at your next grocery store stop.