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R+J: The Gangsta PrologueChorus Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair VerR+J: The Gangsta Prologue
Enter C-Unit Medieval Music ends C-Unit Wait a second man! Dis ain’t no old-timey bore-a-thon! I’s here to make sure my homeys in da hood here have a good time!
Enter Homeys with boom-box Homeys turn on boom-box. Beat begins, C-Unit starts to rap
G-G-G-G-UNIT! Yo, here in da hood is where our story begins Two fam’lies start cap-bustin’ so they can see who wins Both the men are stinkin’ rich and each one has a- wife, Into all this ugly sh-stink two lovers take their life &n
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TESTIFYHave you ever felt like your life was going nowhere? Have you ever felt like you were up to your eyeballs in a pool of your own... transgressions? Do you wish there was some way to get to Heaven without drinking some really bad Kool-Aid? Well I say unto you today, today is your lucky day! Hello, and welcome to Fred C Dickinson III’s Power Hour. My name is Fred C Dickinson III, but if you want to you can call me the Sermonator. Now, there are a lot of people in this world who feel as if their lives are swirling down the drain that leads to hell, as if it were a great fiery toilet of damnaTESTIFY
by ~theenglishman
THE STEEL GAMESTHE STEEL GAMES A dull mechanical applause rose from the audience of the Steel Coliseum. It was vaguely reminiscent of the sound of a gun being fired many times consecutively, except the applause gradually dimmed, almost as if the gun was moving further away from the listener with each gunshot. Perhaps, a more suitable analogy would be the ever-fading echo of a metal object hitting the floor of a very large room. The applause was perfectly synchronized, as if every spectator were being told by their minds at precisely which times they should clap. Looking into the center of the coliseum one coTHE STEEL GAMES
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Life of a GhostAshes, ashes We all go round Nobodies dead We dont fall downLife of a Ghost
Horror tale fancies Screaming out loud Youre tortured and bleeding No dieing allowed
Pumpkins and slavemen Not Halloween night Youre scared to death
But wont die from the fright
Immortal souls wander From dawn until dusk These "people" see everything For resting, they lust
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"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
This morning we had english, and had to do a journal entry on "fear" .. had to write about something that had scared/scares us. I wrote about Chad.
Well, not about CHAD in general but in one instance in which he physically tried to attack Erin and i.
You see.. we were curling one day last year, it was probably december, or so. And Erin and i noticed that Chad's pants were particularly short, rolled up if you will. Anyway, we confronted him and we said "We came to ask you about that....why are your pants rolled up, huh?" Throughout the six-ends we kept yelling "NICE PANTS CHAD" and eventually, he came at us with the curling broom. I dont know if you have tried to run on ice, but with a slider on it ISN'T FUN. Especially when you're afraid.
Wow i'm really writing a lot..
Sorry.
<3Uncle Vlad
Sorry, i comment you a lot.
I'm single now eh?
Anyway, i think you should give me a hug.
Cya
And your purple trench
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A pox on you AND your kind!
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Nothing Can Stop Me Now!
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