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boogie: so whats going on on a tuesday nigh

dr: me and hesh are collaborating to take over the world

dr: i got a mesh hat that says 'high filootin' and he's great with chicks. i think it'll take about two weeks and we'll be good.

boogie: hahhahha....wonderful....as long as hesh hit me off with some good stock tips you guys can do whatever you want

boogie: hahhahhaha

boogie: do your really?

dr: yeah, well, it's getting painted. my man is making a slew of them

boogie: hahahha....a crew huh?

dr: more like world domination...

boogie: ill be on the lookout

boogie: hahhahha

boogie: watch out

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"ok, now youve gone too far. taking maintenance into account isnt like trading your car for a horse and buggie, its like picking a cavalier over a volkswagon. when it breaks down, you know the volkswagons gonna cost 3x's as much to fix.

 

im not sure how you can make sweeping indictments about a whole group of people you dont know. im sure quite a few folks on fixies are doing it just because its cool, but so what? its a god dam mode of transportation. there is no 'wrong' reason to ride a bike.

if you need to ride a particular bike to be 'cool', you're gonna be struggling in every facet of your life, so the bike is the least of your concerns."

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The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess

documentations of the human race, can study death

they'll reach in through your TV speaker

they'll feature

a creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya

your executed when your electrocuted

who's responsible for a homeless man thats dead

and smells putrid

we murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river

you'll be frozen forever into a statue of death

a grasshopper in the lab dead

stabbed in the head

knives are like the hands of a crab

jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and bled

throw you off a building

killin off your children

drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million

i'll split your brains

i'll slit your vains

the impact of a bat cracked across your back

is like gettin hit by a train

i'll stick a fang in your blood bank

then strangle

my shangle bangle

you like the triangle

piece of an angle

I think my shit's too brutal for most

I might be the only one capable digesting the dose

you won't survive a screw driver driven inside your throat

choke on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the streets of the big apple

and a vitality found in few other places

but look beneath the surface of the city

and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion

 

gun sour, a planet, where nightmares

that become reality

witness the brutality

its poetry in the streets of the big apple

you get tackled

and grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

 

I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face

grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends

we bringin bad taste

another brutal shootin rampage

turnin humans to ashtrays

doobies to crack slaves

and boobies that lactate,

squirtin mad milk, i never have guilt

i have krills, i'll have you fags killed

in front of your mom and dads grill

splatterin both of them

with pieces of your explodin head

brain fragments stainin' clothing red

i make you love the pain, it hurts

we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt

its psychological

i'm like havin a rifle shot at you

we not the type that smile at you

we the type that bite at you

slit your throat with the broken bottle

pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs

have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores

kill your physical first, next your minds lost

leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse

got you splattered across the walls with my nine tongs

murder you execution style like a crime boss

travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg

my mentallity's grind core

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[15:38] *** ^uLTiMa^ has quit IRC (Exit: baaa.)

[15:38] *** tiff`shower is now known as tiff`

[15:38] <[slink]> tifffffffffffffffffffy

<hurley`gone> sister of giant

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[15:39] <tiff`> haha aww poor janelle

[15:39] <tiff`> hi sharkiee

<hurley`gone> :)

[15:39] <kiol> hi looking for girls who will give me photos so i can put it on my website

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