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Post by Ghost Boy on Jan 6, 2006 14:00:21 GMT -5
Yeah, you already know who this is...
Ahh...
Ugh...
WOO!!!
YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY MIIIND!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME GO ALL OOOUT!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME ACT A FOOOL!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY COOOL!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!!
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then its gonna be quick. All of them fighters, up in castle blackfyre... SUCK MY DICK!!! And all them other cats you run with, their done with, off rip. As you can see I still spit, the illest realist shit... AIGHT!!! There goes the gun clip, all over some dumb shit. Because of a dumb bitch, now aint that some shit? Been quietly eyein you, neva mindin you, not tryin you. But now you use my name dude? I dont think so fool. WHAT!!! First of all, Tipahurate... nigga, you so ignorant. I'm the only one magnificient... enough to spit this killer shit. I'm off the chain, I got screws loose in my brain. Aint a fuckin thang change... stop usin my name. Cuz that's performin voodoo, that'll summon shockazooloo. And the darkest of the zulus, who will put a bullet through you. I dont need this shit, bitch... fuck this game. I'm from the hood muthafucka... I dont need your fame. WOO!!!
YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY MIIIND!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME GO ALL OOOUT!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME ACT A FOOOL!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY COOOL!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!!
First of all nigga, you aint fight long enough. So quit actin tough, cuz you aint even strong enough. See I been eyein ya, and I know that you from Iowa. But I aint likin ya, muthafucka and I aint signin ya. You niggas are some characters... ya not even good actors. I'd rather, watch this cracker, circle around the farm on a tractor. And speakin of the southern states, I'm from the dirty south. I'll run up in your house, and put a gun up in your mouth. You think I'm playin, how you think I stole this computer moniter? I shoved a pistol up his ass like it was a thermometer. AIGHT!!! And why do you think that I act like a beast? I got scars on my knees, from prayin in the streets. I was raised in the part of the south where theres beef. Had a father who used to beat, mama and me. WHAT!!! Had a dog save my life, before he died in his sleep. Had a nigga who was shot, five times on his feet. Had a girlfriend who was raped, and burned alive in the heat. Think about it nigga... do you really wanna be me? WOO!!!
YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY MIIIND!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME GO ALL OOOUT!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME ACT A FOOOL!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!! YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY COOOL!!! UP IN HERE!!! UP IN HERE!!!
As I come into the castle... Start bowncin again, bowncin again, bow-bowncin again. And all my southsiders... Start bowncin again, bowncin again, bow-bowncin again. And all the roughriders... Start bowncin again, bowncin again, bow-bowncin again. And when you get tired... Start bowncin again, bowncin again, bow-bowncin again. 1... 2... Fuck it, I'm out...
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Post by jburden on Jan 7, 2006 7:46:34 GMT -5
I am afraid I am the only one who even goes to this site every once in awhile anymore...
afriad this was a waste of breath.
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Post by Ghost Boy on Jan 7, 2006 18:31:49 GMT -5
Who you be?
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Post by jburden on Jan 8, 2006 9:36:22 GMT -5
some kid from where tip was from XD
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Post by Terrible on Jan 8, 2006 22:26:28 GMT -5
...http://www.blackfyre.forumer.15.com
if that doesn't work, just switch the fourmer and the 15
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Post by Azalea Nelthrope on Jan 9, 2006 10:56:20 GMT -5
blackfyre.15.forumer.com Is the correct url. JBurden, you're very welcome there. But let me set one thing straight. Wes, go away. Your rip-off raps, profanity, and your malnourished drug-pumped wannabe-black STD-ridden pimpley white ass isnt welcome. Keep pasting your little raps here replacing names in the song with those of people you know and maybe, just maybe, you'll get picked up by some great Record company who adores your lyrics and you can finally afford to finish taking those Wing Chun classes so you can get kicked out of them too.
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Post by Jack Serithva on Jan 9, 2006 20:00:33 GMT -5
We don't need none of that shit right now. You people from RPGC are welcome there. Atleast the decent people. No, I don't mean decent as in roleplaying wise, because you are very talented in that department. I'm talking about personality wise. Wes, boy, where the FUCK did you come from? You're white, just like me, so why the fuck are you trying to act black? Screw it. You don't need to be trying to diss on some people over here, because you'll get it dished right back at you. Now think before you speak, and I swear to god if you ever touch Lily, all of us will kick your ass. Especially me. You don't need to be trying to act black, and trying to rap, because honestly, you suck. I am not trying to be mean, but you really do. My Dad can rap better than you, and that's bad. Don't try to be no DMX, try to be Eminem, try to be 50 Cent, and all those other rappers. Take a second to listen to what you're saying and how bad you sound, maybe you'll be found by some wookie, or some dude who feels sorry for you. I wouldn't continue on this path. Wes, you aren't welcome there, and if we see you, you're banned on sight, and whatever the fuck you be trying to do. Now get lost.
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Post by Terr on Jan 10, 2006 21:08:33 GMT -5
I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't say he's "acting black"
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Wesley aka Ghost Boy
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Post by Wesley aka Ghost Boy on Jan 10, 2006 22:52:21 GMT -5
Hoe no... Pussy hoe, oh no, I wont go. Do I rip off raps? No, I rip off toes. On the microfone, I flow with flows so bold. That I'll leave a cold, soul, swoll, hole in ya throat. I aint no punk ass malnourished scary hype wigga. Your just a fuck ass pussy bitch made white nigga. S.T.Deez nuts in your muthafuckin mouth. Wesley Wymer represents the muthafuckin dirty south. I am white, but I'll killa nigga on the mic. Hear my pride? Theres about to be a muthafuckin fight. I'm lyrically excited, so I dare you start a riot. Get uptight and violent. Bitch, I'm guarenteed to leave you silent. I have my own CD, theres no need, for me to seek. Bitch dont even speak, just come see me, in 3D. And if you expect wing chun, then your dumb. Where I'm from, I got guns, that'll rip off your lungs. Boy I got thugs, who will ride up on dubs. Shootin buck shot slugs, in your truck. Bleedin from your guts. I'm a sick fuck, your a sick slut. So stick it in your butt, and duck, while I catch a nut. I'm doin this all because I'm sick of you fuckin faggots. I'm not Eminem, so what I spit like B-Rabbit? Just because I got this drastic, automatic, rappin, habit? Nah, it aint really a habit. They call it talent, I call it magic. Cuz down in Florida, niggas mix them boulders. With a lil bakin soda. Fort Myers souljah, bitch you know that. I already told ya. Who gives a fuck about a diaper bitch, any way? Your whole clique is lame, softer than a baby gang. Go head, think its a game. Bitch, you gonna feel the shame. Blame my name, pray every day. Bitch, you still gon feel the pain. Thats how I crept and came, I'm a ninja, call me ghost. My notes alone, like torpedos, will getcha, leave ya toast. And I will getcha, but when I getcha, nobody really knows. Cuz stupid hilly billy boys are ignorant to the flows. Cuz every show I wrote, I wrote as a joke. To show how I've grown, while you're still sittin home. Gotta bone, all alone, on your mobile home phone. While your whores, on the floor, with my dick in her dome. With a click of the chrome, I'd make all yall run. Heroes talkin bout egoes, like they are the great one. In six damn years, you know what I've learned? Fuck nigga, I dont giveh muthafuck what you earned. A nigga will take your shit, bake your shit, break your shit. A bitch quick to make your jit. Then hate your clique, and snake your chips. And a cracker like me has run the block. Left hand to my cock, right hand on my glock. Crackers like me fight street thug, so fuck the Rock. Fuck the Rock... Fuck the Rock... You can find me on the block, I'll be pickin locks. I'll be pickin locks... I'll be pickin locks... Crackers like me dont giveh fuck, so fuck the cops. Fuck the cops... Fuck the cops... And a cracker like me dont giveh fuck, so fuck the cops. Fuck the cops... Fuck the cops... Fuck the cops... Fuck the cops...
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Post by Azalea Nelthrope on Jan 11, 2006 1:03:42 GMT -5
You didnt seriously expect us to waste our time reading that, did you?
Terr, I'm sorry sug. I dont mean to offend, its just something we've gone through a lot. And it might help to know that only a few years back, he was literally pretending to be a black person. Honestly, that was the only reason I liked him at first. Then I found out he was white. Geez.
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Post by Wesley aka Ghost Boy on Jan 11, 2006 18:55:36 GMT -5
You didnt seriously expect us to waste our time reading that, did you?
Terr, I'm sorry sug. I dont mean to offend, its just something we've gone through a lot. And it might help to know that only a few years back, he was literally pretending to be a black person. Honestly, that was the only reason I liked him at first. Then I found out he was white. Geez.
By Azalea Nelthrope
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Lord, please save their souls. Cuz I aint gonna be a slave, no more, no more.
Oh Lord, please save their souls. Cuz they dont understand what I wrote, I wrote.
Lord, please save their souls. Cuz I aint gonna be a slave, no more, no more.
Oh Lord, please save their souls. Cuz they dont understand what I wrote, I wrote.
Terr, shes right man, a few years back. A nigga did kinda act, like he was true black. But that, wuz because I knew back then. That they would never understand... They would never understand... I dont live like yall, I'm a ghost boy son. I should be dead by gun, but I could take one, take one. And when I came back, with two gats, five years back. The ignorant white dude, never faked none, faked none. I'll pull that trigga homie. Quit that with yall dissin on me. I'll leave yall bitches lonely. Yall gayer than the telly tubbies. I know you feel it in your tummy. My dick is really fuckin hungry. For them munchies, peach and cobbler. Thats why them lil mamas holler, cuz I'm a baller. I'm makin top dollar, but I'm still sellin powder. Like fuck it... Who gives a fuck, if I die today? I do, thats why I do, the shit I do, okay? I'm ignorant, true, cuz of bitches like you. Who make niggas like me, shoot, through your whole crew. How could you possibly understand, someone who truly dont giveh damn? I guess they cant... I guess thats why I act so black.
Lord, please save their souls. Cuz I aint gonna be a slave, no more, no more.
Oh Lord, please save their souls. Cuz they dont understand what I wrote, I wrote.
Lord, please save their souls. Cuz I aint gonna be a slave, no more, no more.
Oh Lord, please save their souls. Cuz they dont understand what I wrote, I wrote.
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Post by Jack Serithva on Jan 11, 2006 19:31:12 GMT -5
You really think anyone is gonna read that garbage Wes? You're full of shit.
Terr man, I'm sorry for offending you in any way, but this kid needs to be taught a lesson.
Alright, so what you can try to act all big and bad Wes. So what that you think you're some kid who is 'cool' and 'raps' like the best. You can't rap for shit. Quit trying. You're trying so god damn hard to try to diss us, but you're just making an even bigger fool out of yourself then you already are. If you don't got any business here, then leave and take your gayass-ripoff raps somewhere else. No one wants to listen to your garbage. All I keep hearing from you is the same shit over and over. If that first post on this thread didn't rip off then I don't know what a rip off is anymore. "YALL GON MAKE ME LOSE MY MIIIND!!! UP IN HERE!! UP IN HERE!!" Uhh, DMX kind of made that song. Keep up with history, or better yet, quit trying to claim those are your lyrics and shit, when what you really did was copy the lyrics and replace some of the words with your own. That's called plagerism, buddy. What's next Wes? Are you going to try to impress us with your 'karate' 'judo' 'gayass hidden tiger' shit? You're fake, you're stupid, you're a wannabee, no one likes you, and you try to rap like you some king who's trying to diss someone. Boy, all you are doing is making a fool out of yourself, and making us sit here, point and laugh at your pathetic attempts to 'diss' and 'dog on us'. All I hear from you is "I ain't no Eminem, DMX, or trying to be like B-Rabbit, uh I have my own raps and uh I didn't copy off them". Just shut your mouth. We all know you did copy off the lyrics. Now you're a 'Ninja?' Everyword I hear out of your mouth just makes me laugh. Come back to us when you actually are good and get some lessons from your 'homeboys, homie g's and homedawgs".
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Post by 6reat 0ne on Jan 12, 2006 15:15:02 GMT -5
Haha...that's my boy right there. Just when you think he's gone, he's right back here. Keep 'em coming, Wes.
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Post by Wesley on Jan 13, 2006 11:09:15 GMT -5
Yeah...
Yeah...
Yeah...
Yeah...
This is the Ghost Boy muthafucka...
Yeah...
And in my building, I must keep it real...
And man I miss the times. We would shine, you would keep me on your side. You would teach me how to ride, and you would teach me how to grind. Then we'd get on a line, and, go over our lines. We were in the same position, and thats when you changed position, shit. I never change, and I miss ya. And its strange, but I, never forget ya. So that aint you in them pictures homie. And I know that aint you with that dissin on me. Thats why I, never replied, and never will, just lettem live phony. If you ever died, I swear to God, I got ya kids homie. Whats mine is theirs, I gotta give homie. And yeah... We still a army in this bitch homie. Yeah Ghost Boys still the shit homie, shit homie. Whats really real is you feelin me nigga. That Ghost Boy shit, still in me my nigga, work for diggity nigga. And I aint got time to speak the history. I miss you and I know you missin me, homie.
Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Many nights club hoppin, yeah. Many nights we were blowin trees, yeah. Many nights we were hustlin, yeah. Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Me and you through thick and thin, yeah. Me and you to the very end, yeah. For all of you, I'll say it again.
And I remember when you came to the clique. I had already made my name in the clique, but you got famous and shit. I got my souljah rag and dangled my shit. I was honored just to hang with you, shit. And I banged to the boogie bang bang with ya clique. And I aint even from the CoD, my hood was angry at me, shit. But I rose to my feet, played the post with the heat. At them shows while you performed and pooosed. I was waitin for a nigga to jump. See I was patient but was ready to dump. Cuz you my brother, chump. Real G's never buckle up. But every family aint filllled, with gangstas that's reeaaal. And that's real... And I would never turn my back or turn ya down. Even if you turned around, muthafucka. But history is history. I miss you, and I know you missin me, homie.
Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Many nights club hoppin, yeah. Many nights we were blowin trees, yeah. Many nights we were hustlin, yeah. Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Me and you through thick and thin, yeah. Me and you to the very end, yeah. For all of you, I'll say it again.
You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt. My main muthafuckin man, on this turf. My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father. I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved. We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept. We lived, we died, I stayed, you left. Remember how we played to the left? And we stayed out of trouble, cuz we stayed to ourself? Member B and E, would leave, and hand the keys over? Tell me not to battle, but we went straight to the felt forum. While I watched you reunite with ya souljahs. And ya mother and brother, while I lied to the stunner. Yeah those were the times, my brother. Now I recognize real, and I honor my brother. Yeah nigga submige my brother, the squad's my brother. The niggas you left behind were my brothers.
Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Many nights club hoppin, yeah. Many nights we were blowin trees, yeah. Many nights we were hustlin, yeah. Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Me and you through thick and thin, yeah. Me and you to the very end, yeah. For all of you, I'll say it again.
Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Many nights club hoppin, yeah. Many nights we were blowin trees, yeah. Many nights we were hustlin, yeah. Man I miss my daaawgs, yeah. Me and you through thick and thin, yeah. Me and you to the very end, yeah. For all of you, I'll say it again.
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Post by Chris on Jan 13, 2006 11:26:02 GMT -5
Wes, get back to me man.
Screen name - Th3 E1iminat0r
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