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Post by Ghost Boy on Jan 13, 2006 11:57:17 GMT -5
Jack Serithva: You really think anyone is gonna read that garbage Wes? You're full of shit.
Wesley Wymer: Yeah I think someone will read that garbage. And it aint just shit, its real nigga shit...
Jack Serithva: Alright, so what you can try to act all big and bad Wes.
Wesley Wymer: No, see, its not a game and I'm not an actor, I really am big and bad homie. That's why I aint roleplayin with yall children, cuz see, face to face, a nigga wouldn't say some shit like that to me.
Jack Serithva: So what that you think you're some kid who is 'cool' and 'raps' like the best. You can't rap for shit.
Wesley Wymer: I give people the same response every time they say that... "Come battle me then, fuck boy."
Jack Serithva: If you don't got any business here, then leave and take your gayass-ripoff raps somewhere else.
Wesley Wymer: You're right, I dont have any business here, cuz yall aint got no business. This is just my way of turnin somethin good into somethin bad. Why? Who gives a fuck why? I dont...
Jack Serithva: 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.
Wesley Wymer: Damn, I guess the same shit can be said for some of the most popular rappers then... Lets see, theres Eazy E, and Bone Thugs, who used lyrics from Bob Marley and Phil Collins. Ummm, I guess that also means Eminem ripped off Tupac, Korn, and Lauren Hill. Uh, oh yeah, what about DMX himself? Most of his songs are based on songs that people listened to when your grandma was a jit. And then Tupac himself, who used Elton John's lyrics and Phil Collin's lyrics, and many other people's beats... Okay, so if I'm not original, then shit, I must be the greatest.
Jack Serithva: 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.
Wesley Wymer: God bless yall for being so ignorant... I love yall... That's why I'm a ghost boy son, yall muthafuckas dont have a fuckin clue. First of all, you cant name my style, you cant even see my style, its in the mist. Secondly, I'm being called "fake" by a roleplaying character with red hair. Before you accuse other people of rip-offs, take a look in the mirror son. And also, I can't be that stupid if I'm making money right fuckin now just by bullshittin with yall. I get paid $10 an hour just sittin here fuckin with you. Plus, I dont giveh fuck if nobody here likes me, what do I need from yall? There aint shit you can give me, so your kindness aint that valuable. Lastly, I aint no "wannabee" I'm a "wannasee" and I wanna see any one of yall muthafuckas set foot in my hood. I will not only verbally bash you, I will muthafuckin leave you in the hospital with nothing. After you consider that... shit... my lyrics aint that bad.
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Post by Azalea Nelthrope on Jan 13, 2006 12:41:18 GMT -5
"My way of turning something good into something bad." We never said this was good, but you're right in calling your stuff bad. I do agree. And I dont appreciate the way you toss religious comments around the way you do, it's much like taking His name in vain and offends me. You dont have to respect me, but show a little reverence. As for the other parts, all I have to say is... www.geocities.com/littleglassdragon/wes15.jpg
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Post by Wesley on Jan 13, 2006 12:46:38 GMT -5
I used to be a Christian, at one time I was even a Catholic. And do you know what I believe in now? Hehe... Fuck your God, bitch.
"He that is dead is free from sin" -- Romans 5:6 (Holy Bible) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I get paid to sleep. Fuck countin sheep. I got dolla signs, on my mind. Hell yeeeh...
I get paid to sleep. Fuck countin sheep. I got dolla signs, on my mind. Hell yeeeh...
Fuck yall...
You maggot ass niggas. You flaggin ass niggas. Old faggot ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
You draggin ass niggas. You naggin ass niggas. Old saggin ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
You maggot ass niggas. You flaggin ass niggas. Old faggot ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
You draggin ass niggas. You naggin ass niggas. Old saggin ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
I woke up this mornin, to answer the phone. My boss called and he told me to stay home, stay home. He said I would get paid... For doing nothing today... So I bathed, and I dressed, and I ate somethin great. Smoked a cigarette, then I headed to the bank. Withdrew some money, then I bought me some bling. Then I went back home to cook for the feigns. Meanwhile... My homeboy just made bail. And he's fresh outta jail, so I might as well. Hell... I rolled us a blunt, and we got fucked up. My cellphones goin nuts, cuz them niggas want some. So I bagged it up, then I signed on-line. And just as I expected, they were right on time. I went to the website, and what did I see? A bunch of pussy niggas that be hatin on me. So there I was, high, coughin and laughin. Cuz pussy ass niggas keep actin, and flaggin. I wrote somethin short, cuz I'm just wastin time. Had a knock at the door, so I sold the last dime. Now I'm makin money sittin here. My whole life is written here. In about an hour, I'll have some powder. I'll just sit and sell that there. And now these muthafuckas can hate me for a real reason. Cuz while I tease them, my cash is climbin to the ceilin. And can the police do a damn thing? Hell nooo... Got the freedom of speech, so I can talk about dooope... But fuck it, fuck it, I'm so high off the pot. I'm makin money off my lines, whether they rhyme or not. Haha... But I'm so muthafuckin stooooned... I'm goin back to bed, the hell with this soooong...
I get paid to sleep. Fuck countin sheep. I got dolla signs, on my mind. Hell yeeeh...
I get paid to sleep. Fuck countin sheep. I got dolla signs, on my mind. Hell yeeeh...
Fuck yall...
You maggot ass niggas. You flaggin ass niggas. Old faggot ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
You draggin ass niggas. You naggin ass niggas. Old saggin ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
You maggot ass niggas. You flaggin ass niggas. Old faggot ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
You draggin ass niggas. You naggin ass niggas. Old saggin ass niggas.
Fuck yall...
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Post by Ghost Boy on Jan 13, 2006 12:57:03 GMT -5
By the way, about that picture, if it looks good, it probably doesnt work... And just so you know, that was how many years ago? And I still practice that same shit, so think about it.
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Post by Wesley aka Ghost on Jan 13, 2006 12:59:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jack Serithva on Jan 13, 2006 14:48:58 GMT -5
No one cares. You'll always be a cracker Wes, and make yourself look stupid.
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Post by Wesley aka Ghost on Jan 13, 2006 14:55:27 GMT -5
Look at these ignorant muhfuhkuhs...
Yeeaaahhh...
So blind, in their own minds...
Yeeaaahhh...
I love these fools, for real...
Know what I mean??
Cuz even though you are my enemies...
You give me the fuel that I need to proceed...
Yeeaaahhh...
And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH. And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH. And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
And even though my rhymes are simple. The words in my verse pop niggas like pimples. I'm like water when it ripples. You cant see me... My resurrection, is like a reflection. Starin at my smith-n-western, with a bible for protection. But I aint stressin, I just teach them a lesson. Even though the priests dead, it'll be a blessin. Now watch me... I hope you understand. You livin in a world where nobody gives a damn. And I promise you, that God aint gon save you. Just thank your mama, cuz she's the one who made you. And dont believe anything you read in the books. Cuz outside the pages, the worlds fulla crooks. And if you think I act black, just cuz I stay strapped. You should see a real nigga when he's mad. When he's mad... A real nigga who neva had, mom and dad. A real nigga who lost it all to the bad. A real nigga whose girl got raped by the man. A real nigga who aint got no plan, no plan. A nigga who break your neck. To protect, everything he has left, has left.
Yeeaaahhh...
And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH. And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH. And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
I'm white on the outside, but inside I'm dirt. I smile on the outside, but inside I'm hurt. Grass stains on my dickies, with blood on my shirt. Cuz I got robbed by the prince of this earth. And I gotta represent for the souljahs. Cuz it wasnt angels, it was them who waged war for us. See in this world, there aint no hero. All I see is a world, fulla ignorant people. And we all equal... That's why this'll be my last post. I'm a ghost, but where I go, nobody knows. Just follow the yellow brick road. And remember to listen to the words that I wrote. Unless you wanna be like them. Or unless you wanna end up like me, my friend. Cuz this lil cracka dont care if it hurts. This lil cracka throw a bomb in the church. This lil cracka really dont give a damn. This lil cracka fight back like the taliban. This lil cracka done time. This lil cracka had blood in his eyes. This lil cracka aint tellin no lies. This lil cracka tatted three times, with R.I.P. signs. This lil cracka tryda teach no fools. This lil cracka got war wounds. Damn, I hope the war ends soon.
Yeeaaahhh...
And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH. And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH. And even though I aint black. I'm still whack. And every time they had a crack. I had a come back. AHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
Ya know what I'm sayin??
It's like...
Fuck what you think my nigga...
It's like...
This white boy dont give a fuck bout nuthin...
It's 2006 my nigga...
Been doin this shit for a long time...
Go outside, and open ya eyes...
Cuz right now you blind my nigga...
You aint seein what the real world is like...
Know what I mean??
Of course you dont...
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Post by Jack Serithva on Jan 13, 2006 16:21:10 GMT -5
Wow, that's pretty sad. 'Inside I'm dirt'. You serious? Fuck it, this is just too hilarious to laugh at to even insult you. Lol..
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Post by Faces of Death on Jan 15, 2006 0:13:46 GMT -5
Community Restoration In Progress (C.R.I.P.) Truez Humbly United Gathering Soulz (T.H.U.G.S.) All Day I Dream About Sex (A.D.I.D.A.S.) Friends of Family/Folk (F.O.F.) Money Sex Drugs (3K$SD) "Look into my Eyes and You can See that We are more than Thugs" ~ Bone Thugs -n- Harmony ~ "Dirty South" ~ Lil Jon & Tha Eastside Boyz ~ The closest thing you will ever see to a "real" southside souljah, folktown survivor, hoodsta, gangsta, hustla, convict, dopeboy, ghostboy, hotboy, thugsta, trapsta, rapper, artist, master, and magician. Look into my eyes and tell me if you see a lover or a fighter, a bright light or a dark void, a soul or the face of death, someone who cares about life or someone who has shed blood... Bro, trust me, face to face, you wouldn't find "anything" hilerious about me. I'm not a fucking game, Jack... so go on, keep laughin... I'm laughin for a different reason.
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Post by Jack Serithva on Jan 15, 2006 16:28:54 GMT -5
I am still laughing. Right now, I don't really give a damn. Why do you even care and reply to this place anymore? That Tipahurate kid, doesn't come here. You got beef with him? Go to this place called RPGC, there you'll find him. No one here wants trouble. I ain't no game either, cause you don't know me. This place is dead, so everyone should just stop replying here, cause there isn't anyone coming here. Only reasona couple people do is to check for PM's, grab their profiles from characters, check if anyone posts, and that's it. If I could, I'd lock this thread, but I can't. This is pointless to reply now, so everyone, including myself should stop replying. It's a waste of fucking time, so let's just end it now. And I mean all threads. Anyone is free to post on the damned lyrics board. Fuck it. I know I'm not going to bother replying here anymore, unless there is something interesting going on. Other than that, you'll only see me taking my profile, and checking for PM's.
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Post by Wesley on Jan 15, 2006 22:01:20 GMT -5
Okay, I got one more though... This isnt for you, this is for me.
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Could we...
Get a roooom...
On the southsiiide, of the gheeetto?
Could we...
Make sweet loooove...
In the foreeest, or the meeeadow?
Caaaan we...
Get it on, get it oooon...
When the suuun gives liiight?
Caaaan we...
Just kiss each other...
Like it was our very, very, very first tiiime?
Baby pleeease... Give me some mooore, mooore, mooore... Pleeease... Just a little bit mooore, mooore, mooore... More, I like the way you touch me. Give me some mooore... More, baby I'm feigning and I like it. Gotta have some mooore... More, I like the way you touch me. Give me some mooore... More, baby I'm feigning and I need some more. Mooore, mooore, mooore... Baby I'm feigning and I need some more. Mooore, mooore, mooore... Just a little bit more...
Can we...
Hold haaands...
And walk across the sandy beeeaches?
Can we...
Stop and staaare...
>>...
<<...
>>...
Just looking at each other, looking at each other.
Sweetness, can we...
Embrace each other...
While the moooon gives liiiight?
Caaan we...
Make a pact to stay together...
Forever, forever, together...
Baby pleeease... Give me some mooore, mooore, mooore... Pleeease... Just a little bit mooore, mooore, mooore... More, I like the way you touch me. Give me some mooore... More, baby I'm feigning and I like it. Gotta have some mooore... More, I like the way you touch me. Give me some mooore... More, baby I'm feigning and I need some more. Mooore, mooore, mooore... Baby I'm feigning and I need some more. Mooore, mooore, mooore... Just a little bit more...
Could we...
Could we...
Could we, mooore...
Could we...
Get a roooom...
On the southsiiide, of the gheeetto?
Could we, mooore...
More, baby Im feigning and I like it.
Gotta have some mooore...
More, I like the way you touch me.
Give me some mooore...
More, baby I'm feigning and I need some more.
Mooore, mooore, mooore...
Baby I'm feigning and I need some more.
Mooore, mooore, mooore...
Just a little bit more...
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R.I.P. Anna Marie Randazzo, 1988-2005
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Post by Azalea Nelthrope on Jan 15, 2006 23:45:53 GMT -5
Yo, that shit is dope son... Jadien, did you write that? If so, congradulations, cuz that shit is dope. Congradulations, you're so "phasisticated". Paul, email me sometime. I'm done with this place too.
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Post by Ghost on Jan 17, 2006 8:21:50 GMT -5
[Guys]:
For real, I know we from different sides and all...
And I aint even gon lie, I'm a thug...
But I got a guestion for you...
Could you see yourself fallin for somebody like me?
What's up?
[Girls]:
So whatcha wan dooo? A girl like me, a guy like you. what we could dooo. It's whatever baby, whatever. Will I fall for a thug like yooou?
[Guys]:
Could you see yourself fallin, for somebody like me? In fact if you could. I got money now. can you see yourself, if you had to move back up in the hood? Now during sex, lay there. I'ma have to ask if it's good. This rap stuff stressful, let's go see if we can relax in the woods. When I first met you at the bus stop, lookin all shy-like. Tellin your girlfriend how much that you hated my type. But I'm ready to change. I'm willin to put the game on it, put the range on it. Put powerful things on it. Sooner or later probably have tattos with my name on it. Now look I like to live fast, addicted to cash, the 45 on the dash. And you know me, if you know me, O.G. I'm down to act bad. I need more than a friend, but not quite a relationship. A girl when I come off tour, I can't wait to get with. Not the stupid chick, the one I probably could vacation with. You gotta go somewhere, you know what boo? Go ahead, take the six. Now you gotta make a choice, either wrong or right. You tried before, maybe you just need a thug in your life. What's up?
[Girls]:
So whatcha wan dooo? A girl like me, a guy like you. what we could dooo. It's whatever baby, whatever. Will I fall for a thug like yooou? You keep, keep on askin me. If I, say if I wanna be with you. The tough part is to think I could. Fall for somebody like yooou.
[Guys]:
You advanced, took a couple chances and shit. Chances with bricks, couple chances. Now you sittin in mansions and shit. You done gambled with this thug and won. You know what I'm sayin, it's thug life. Cock the glock, pop the glock, drop the top and run. I can't change, I'm too deep in it so let me know if you wit me. Can't make no promises but if we make it thru boo. Then sky's the limit. We on the west on the beach, we takin trips to the east. Takin shoppin sprees, till they damn near hurt our feet. Got you a five when you like, smashed the four. Didn't even wreck it, you just laid there and scratched the door. Step out the house, it's more like a fashion show. Anything and everything you want you got that. You ain't even gotta ask no more. Imagine that...
[Girls]:
It never really mattered too much to me. That you were just too damn ghetto for me. All my girls think I'm not quite ready for you. So now I tryda sneak away to be with you. So whatcha wan dooo? A girl like me, a guy like you. what we could dooo. It's whatever baby, whatever. Will I fall for a thug like yooou? So whatcha wan dooo? A girl like me, a guy like you. what we could dooo. It's whatever baby, whatever. Will I fall for a thug like yooou?
[Guys]:
Every woman need a down man.
[Girls]:
Every man need a down chick.
[Guys]:
Watch your so-called friends.
[Girls]:
Watch them niggas you hang around with.
[Guys]:
I need somebody I can be serious with.
[Girls]:
I need somebody I can clown with.
[Guys]:
It's thug love, and I think I found it.
[Girls]:
So whatcha wan dooo? A girl like me, a guy like you. what we could dooo. It's whatever baby, whatever. Will I fall for a thug like yooou? So whatcha wan dooo?
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Post by Hush on Jan 22, 2006 17:37:52 GMT -5
...Try looking up something from rpgc and ran across this shit.
roflmao
I feel sick.
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Post by jburden on Jan 25, 2006 8:31:01 GMT -5
ITs been...like five months...and people are still holding a grudge and mocking rpgc people...
sheez...
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