guns knives and... well do i evan know u
where u at mother fucker heard u been talking shit but every time i come around its like u seem to forget shut ur mouth u lil ho befor i scalp ur lips in other words ud be a dead lil punk ass bitch i wont for get u every time im pissing over ur grave or when im slangen payoti in the hoods u once claimd they will learn from the trigity becuas we all make the same talmahalk steady swinging as im dancing for rain so come and play with me at least till the sky turn gray shooting off ur arows like aks amazing swituations four colors of man repusenting the wicked nation under ground street level runing our cours keeping u shady bitches scared to come off ther porch so come hang with me unless u blaming me becuas the native high drove keeps changing me come play with me if u hated me my talmahalk swings right to left u just wait and see ill be a juggalo till my vary last breath and u hate to see us hachet men up on ur back wariors come out and play lets get this straight im brodo with out a k i rather be dead then fad away all my life been in truble i wouldnt chang a day what im saying is quit playing im going to tell u this u see me in the streets phyco pathic chain just swaying brodos a killa so there aint no delaying dead bodys six feet in ther ground decaying when i come on and rub the searial numbas on my gun out and trible war paint on my face will make u run out bullet shoots in the sky shoots the sun out keep us in the cool til each and every one out erasing all the drama in the world moon light shines bright on shaderd dreams keep away from a killa we aint damn feens to get ur own fucking bullshit sceems.
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Add to My Profile | More Videosbacktiri smoke and choke in pain
Cuz del ray funk is in my brain
So I break the law but Im not to blame
You only know my place, you dont know my nameWell, I grip the fence and bend the steal
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel
And I park the car then I steal it again
Cuz I really dont know whats happeningI wait for night to fall then I walk outside
And then I run back in cuz I dont wanna die
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain
As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rainAnd I pray to God to help me justify
Look over me cuz my brain is fried
cuz I dont have a name, I dont have a home
I just lay alone on my bed of stoneYou see, death awaits me on my narrow path
And when I stop to think I can only laugh
Because Im not alone, it didnt take me long
To see everybody singing that southwest songWooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest songSome say Im real and some say Im fake
But I really dont care cuz its all too late
You see, my mind is weak and Im losing breath
As I crawl along I can feel the deathEverywhere I go I bring with me pride
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death
So I try it again with what pride is leftIf we have to go then you can take me fast
You see, I started under and Im sinking fast
And when the jokers card is missing from your deck
Then you know the road has finally caught my neckEh, yo, dont look, now, there we go again
Its me and the grim reaper, best of friends
Hes always hanging round waitin for me to die
We shot a game of pool, hes not a bad guyI feel him in the corner of a circled room
At about thirteen in the afternoon
And then I see the strain as I walk along
I notice everybody singing that southwest songWooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest songIf my time has come, then Im ready to go
Shoot me in the face with your forty-four
And when Im falling down to my sorry death
Ill laugh with my very last breath (hahaha)Lose some, win some, thats how it goes
Ive been down and out, I took many blows
And there aint nothing here I aint seen before
Im just a jugglin juggla jugglin moreYou wanna see the world, you wanna run the town
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down
You wanna start a family and ya own a home
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zoneYou see the forks up, I see the forks down
But Im a wicked clown, so dont fuck around
Cuz my brain is gone and its on its way
Im exploding, so get off me, dog!!!And I could be right and I could be wrong
And if I aint dead now then it wont be long
But it does not matter what set you on
Tonight everybody sings that southwest songWooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest songi just had a bunch of kids yell at me frome the lil kids school and they were like fuck u bitch they must have been jr high or high school kids but im guessing around 13 becuas most ppl havent learnd at that age that u get shot for that kind of shit and i was half tempted to walk up there and fucking take my bat to each one of them there were about 4 or 5 of them so i think i could have take n them but not to many know if u go up agenst me u may end up agenst a bed with a hole in ur head so heck with them they get off easy now but if i see them agen im going to teach them what happens befor some bitch gets pissed and kills themSTART YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --
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Mk-19 Mod. 3 Grenade Launcher
Big, sluggish and violent you go for the one hit knockouts. Lacking agility and close range effectiveness you keep your oppenents at a distance. A reliable fighter friends will often look to you for assitance.
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END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --People say I talk to much
I don't care I talk to much
Momma say I failed in life
I don't care I failed in life
Daddy says I drink to much
I don't care I drink to much
People say i'm headed nowhere
And I don't fuckin' care
Jimmy Johnsons gonne die
Sarah Suzies gonna die
Everybody Dyin' slow
I don't give a fuck though
I'm always short like $50 bucks
I couldn't give 50 fucks
I could really use some help
You can go and fuck yourselfEverybody's gonna die, terror fallin' from the sky
Mothers wit' they children cry, and I could give a fuck whyThey say you'll never walk again
Well plug the Sega in
I think somebody stole my truck
Tell someone who gives a fuckMy entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twiceHow much do they charge in there?
Wait a minute, I don't care
Ima shoot you in the face
I'll tell ya how the bullets taste
Critics say you imitate
I don't give a fuck-u-late
50 million people dyin
Aww...i'm cryin (tounge sound)
You tell me all the things you saw
As if i give a fuck at all
You see me sittin' in the chair
Yet I aint even here
Everything your sayin' to me (sshhhh)
Go right through me
If I was to pick it up
I'd hafta give a fuck (and I don't)I don't care nothing 'bout you
I can't do nothing 'bout it
I can't do nothing for ya
I don't care nothing 'bout youRain Forest burning down
Fulla Riots all around
I'm inside like "fuck'em all"
"What's the Main Event on Raw?"
Poison, Mad Cow Disease
"Can I get that wit' double cheese?"
STD's steady spreadin'
Bare-back up in this Neden (I don't care!)My entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twiceI don't care nothing 'bout you
I can't do nothing 'bout it
I can't do nothing for ya
I don't care nothing 'bout you[talking]
"Everyday when I wake up, all I really wanna do is die
And go to the next phase where flesh and bodies consumed,
that's all I give a fuck about"Everyone is gonna die
Fuck I aint affraid to die
Come on shoot me in the eye
Do it, see if I survive
Give it to me point blank
Bet it won't (*gun shot*) "did you hit'em?"
"yes, and I don't give a fuck less!"Carefull it's a dark night
Give your money or your life
Take'em both for all I care
Dump your bullets right here! (c'mon)
The Eviction note is on the door
I think they're crawling on the floor
ask me did i ever care.....nahMy entire World is falling, entire World is falling
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling
My entire World is falling, entire World is fallingI Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care,
I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care (echo)
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I RATHER BE DEAD THAN FADE AWAY and i mean that and for u all who dont know what they are here they areThe first joker card-THE CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE!!
The second joker cards-THE RINGMASTER!!
The third joker card-THE RIDDLEBOX!!
The Fourth Joker Card- THE GREAT MILENKO!!
The Fifth Joker Card-THE AMAZING JECKEL BROHTERS!!!!
The Final Most Important Joker Card Of Them All-THE WRAITH!!!!
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this is for my ppl my hommies my juggalos my family the only ones who ever cared u know who u are woop woop and rep the hatchet every day of ur life becarful who u mess with i mean it could just be family in suberbin camo
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You stay up for 16 hours
He stays up for days on end.
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
If you support your troops, then click "reply to poster" copy all the codes, and repost the bulliten.
If you don't support your troops well, then don't re-post. You won't die in 7 days, your love life won't be affected, and you won't have the worst day ever. You don't have to repost. It's not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights.
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Welcome to the show, the traveling ghetto. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you keep your kids away from, that slum that you drive through pointing and gawking at. No longer will the ghetto just be a slum that you hear about on the news. If someone from this hell hole wanders into your neighborhood he is quickly noticed and harrassed and shunned back into the home you've given him. As you watch the kids play in the park on your street you never even think about the kids in the ghetto. If you don't care, who does?Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds has created a bad case of 'Ghetto Insanity'. You walk their streets and are stared at as a freak show, less than human, an ogre walking the streets paved with gold. If those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival exhibits to the upper class, then let's give them the show they deserve to see. No more hearing of this show because you can witness it in your own front yard! A traveling mass of carnage, the same carnage witnessed daily in the ghetto, can be yours to witness, feel and suffer. No longer killing one another, but killing the ones who have ignored our cries for help. Like a hurricane leaving a trail of destruction, the Carnival of Carnage!
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The day has come, the time of reckoning. Who will perish in dreaded hell and who's soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking past the words spoken with a wicked tongue and looking past the evil deeds done in one's life, but instead looking into the conscious of man.What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside of a caged hell, or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and done nothing to help destroy it yet? Who's guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor that created him? The sword, or the man who has slain with it? Which is the real evil, the man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to avoid the killing? While you sit in judgement of a criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed, deception and hate.Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, shall be dragged off into the pits of hell. Viciously torn from this life by the non-living, the phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of a demented carnival, that of a wicked, dark, circus, led by one. One who was created by your own evil ways. One who will judge your very fate. The one known only as... The Ringmaster.
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Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of purpose, and there are those who trod the path of greed, their souls host to demons. Time slows near each person's end. Those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can because, though they don't know what awaits them in the afterlife, they feel for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, as the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. In the afterlife time is eternal, and even death is but a new beginning. For you see, when you step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box, you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on its side. Turning the handle, a sharp melodic tune will fill the air. For the evil ones this sound will be a deafening noise reverberating off the walls and building into a climatic terror. But the surprise is when the music stops as you slowly turn the handle... and then the top of the box pops. For the few, they will see a vision of God with a golden light warming their souls as they step forth into eternal peace. For most they will see a fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity, as they witness an image of hell, spawned and formed fromtheir own evil; a hideous reflection of their demented souls. The floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, forever to be lost in a sinister void. What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a look within yourself you will find the answer. For now, you still have time to change the outcome of... the mighty Riddle Box.
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From deep within the Netherworld of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic. He is a Necromaster... the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meaning both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is powered by one's own jealousy, lust, and temptation. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you... that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another... that is the magic cast by him. Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple... He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now and forever. You and he are the fourth to rise... You and he are the master of Necromancy... You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are The Great Milenko.
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His evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel.His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul.When death creeps around and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment and peace.Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are the very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and spin to the other side?
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A pressence can be felt by those who have followed thy epic saga as told by thy Insane Clown Posse. It is a presence that is synonymous with thy crumbling of time itself. Thus emerges a being so powerful that he can exist between both the land of thy living, and that of the dead. He goes by many names but is known to thy living only as Thy Wraith. He walks upon worlds forgotten, and descends from Heavens; fade into gray to witness thy death of all mortal things, so that he may guide thy departed upon thy path that they have chosen. Only now will we truly understand thy meaning of thy saga, for this saga all along, each Jokers Card, is actually none other than... thy echo of our lives.
