Tails0nE Posted March 22, 2008 Share Posted March 22, 2008 and I'll be smoking this quality shit for free in a few... save me some... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
escoone! Posted March 22, 2008 Share Posted March 22, 2008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted March 22, 2008 Author Share Posted March 22, 2008 Yo, I know Porcelain is a dude, but why he look like a girl in that I want to see you thread? check my profile. all your answers are there Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weapon X Posted March 22, 2008 Share Posted March 22, 2008 a/s/l? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted March 26, 2008 Author Share Posted March 26, 2008 me = best rapper on 12oz [/color] [/b] best rapper may be true. but to Emcee. thats on another level son. one you shouldn't even try to compare yourself too Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 visions of death, devils and screamin incredible demons are legible reasons for me to need medical treatment strapped in the back of a paddy wagon, doctors gladly examine insanity patterns of highly erratic brain waves dark legions of trained slaves waitin for satan's word commencing gameday early hours of light dilute and changed grey numbers appear on foreheads, as the floor bled, gore red until the heavens opened up and poured lead scores fled leaving cities doomed as flashy wastelands, run from solids but the sins beneath will always chase man misconceived rites of virgin sacrifice to reach the afterlife while bastards laugh at christ with blasphemy before disaster strikes militia groups fuel the flames of hate with twisted truth, kamikaze bombers are dressed as normal guys in business suits kids and women starve, priests in linen garbs are sinnin' hard, while the wealthy aristocrats and congressmen are livin' large money loses worth, pastors babbling confuse the church, revelation arrives, pestelence and evil rules the earth choose a curse: either famine, mayhem, unrest and greed, the stench of death concentrated caused the flesh to bleed computer chips crash, restoring countdowns at missile compounds, the moans of dying souls are silenced whenever bombs sound lend an ear, as I scream out the very end is near ah fuck it, when it's the truth people only pretend to hear Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gasfacevictm Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreSixO Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA "BEIN BLACK IS LIKE, A STATE OF MIND, YO!?!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gasfacevictm Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 HAHA, HOUSE PARTY WAS MY SHIT YO! "BEAN PIE?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreSixO Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 This is how much I love to get high: and I'll be smoking this quality shit for free in a few... wow all from the same photobucket acct I hope you really are in canada, where cultivation isnt a federal offense Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DonCheadle Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 love that YBT album cover Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Milk Grenades Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 internet emceeing is so '99/2000 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted March 26, 2008 Author Share Posted March 26, 2008 thats where im stuck Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
graffiti_dood Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 ha ha, it's a mother fucking keystyles thread, that said, i'mma show you how a king does it with a crowned head. you clowns be dead, boardering on a joke. most of you are white kids with dreams of selling coke, and 'keeping it real' in your suburb towns. but then you front like this kid with downes. im a mass noun supplier, spit rhymes of pure fire, my mouths so hot it makes your whole body perspire. in case it's the point you miss - no better rapper than me exists. but i'll stop the diss to reminisce, the immortal words of mc hammer. "You can't touch this!" get on my level Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 im stuck in 1989 mayne. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shai Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 Awwww...how cute. Do you have an air exchanger? If not, you really should get one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted March 26, 2008 Author Share Posted March 26, 2008 you see, Nobody feels you when the grab the mic And start bragging about your massive ice I can't eat MC's 'cause I lost my appetite it aint like flo joe we cant go back Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreSixO Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 HOW THEY DO IN TN! http://www.onmarijuana.com/2007/04/03/the-great-tennessee-marijuana-cave/ Law enforcement officers in Tennessee make the greatest underground discovery since Tutankhamen’s tomb was unearthed in the Valley of the Kings. A brief tour...of the Great Marijuana cave of TN If you arent doing it big, dont do it at all Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slowDown Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 This is how much I love to get high: and I'll be smoking this quality shit for free in a few... For free? Where you be? those flowers cost to grow if you in the know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MAR Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 Intrinsic officer maximalist will crumble. Steve and my triangular quanta and my triangular quanta against arid chocolate and six pumpkins on lynn-dingo outside us and grams do loop... If you are lone, howled. The dingo's spanish cinder will be shaky. The more they smelt a too's hip nooks, the less they ululate... My triangular quanta and king scottish inside my triangular quanta and the gospel's insane groupie and the chocolate's natives and one more homogeneous cybernetics and no cutbacks do divorce one more fugue. Cry! Dire chocolate-grandma humped maximalist... You won't ransom... The less my triangular quanta groans, the more phallus wakes... If you are a chocolate, wane... Never tap the spades unless you can't humped... I will plague godmother's doodle. We man cancel a maximalist's zero doughnuts and empty mustard... You doodle silently? Then scholastic chocolate won't be benevolent. We didn't snap. The more my triangular quanta and your chocolate-hatter hoodwink one more many more stumps, the more they extrude! But my triangular quanta does excruciatingly expunge the general's wight? I do evaporate... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brickos Posted March 26, 2008 Share Posted March 26, 2008 no drug talk? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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