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end of journal...
please add thebookofthugs to your friends list.
holla |
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| cursive freestyle by franklin bryson arthur |
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| 02:38am 28/03/2004 |
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Worship Sinners: my hairs crusty as fuck from the beach by the don/ so many itches on my skin/ feels like there's 5 drugs i'm on
Atardie: i like it
Worship Sinners: i'm zonin' off a pink hotel/ the same color as the inside of my girl when her pussy lips swell
Worship Sinners: i'm pissed as fuck about this cursive shit/ let me catch tim in a fuckin alley so his jaw i will split
Atardie: hahhahahaha
Worship Sinners: unless he passes me 2 tickets into his show/ he'll be drunk as fuck talkin' to ozell/ i know
Worship Sinners: smashin 5 buds across the state's back wall/ if that bitch was adam/ i'd take his fuckin cain so his crippled ass would fall
Worship Sinners: (you better but this shit in yer journal)
Atardie: hahahahaha
Worship Sinners: and jesse's ass is gonna be fucked up too/ tell him "thanks alot for looking like me" as i turn his face blue
Worship Sinners: with the palm of my fist covered with 4 of my fingers/
Worship Sinners: and the butt of my pistol while my mind lingers/
Worship Sinners: wonders why the fuck i beat the shit out of my favorite band's frontmen/
Worship Sinners: and not their untalented super white ass fucked up bretheren/
Worship Sinners: make A DVD about this shit Brand New/ call it "frank fucked up every good emo band's crew"
Worship Sinners: just because i have no money for a fucking cursive show/ i don't have work that night, so i'd be able to go
Worship Sinners: if the shit was friday, then i'd definitly be goin/ that's when the fuck i get paid/ so my money i'd be blowin'
Worship Sinners: like my girl with her lips on the tip of my cock/ when she teases me with her ass/ that's when i turn hard as rock
Worship Sinners: the end
Worship Sinners: yo
yeah shit's ill son. ill-literate. tonight i hung out with monica, and i am in love with her. you hear that bitches? in love. we had an awesome time. i got her some expensive bottled water. shit was so good, i even liked the shit. alright, time for me to go to bed. oh yeah..corey! you're the fucking shit. so are you monica. you 2 are my best friends, and i love you both. holla. |
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| 02:05am 21/03/2004 |
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keeping this short and sweet cuz i am tired as fuck.............
MONICA IS AMAZING!
I LOVE HER TO DEATH!
the end,
holla |
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| this one's for good ole corey |
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| 05:18am 20/03/2004 |
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"Wait, I'm not a dictator!" you cry! Well lets look at the check list: Unelected? Check! Use wars and xenophobia to boost popularity? Check! Total control of the media so they never say a bad word against you? Check! Kill scores of innocent people to get what you want? Check! Do anything to get your hands on oil? Check! Inhumane treatment of prisoners? Check! Face it, you're a dictator, and no amount of gloss will hide that fact… or the fact you're a borderline retard who looks like a monkey!
What tin-pot dictator are you? Take the "What Dictator am I?" test at PoisonedMinds.com
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| 12:11am 20/03/2004 |
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You have just entered room "yo yo yo yo yo here is a room."
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: yo yo sinner told me to spit
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: haha this white boi a trip
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: smack his lips like he dont give a damn.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: seen his words seem like he got a plan.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: to kill a man.
Worship Sinners: bitch i didn't tell you to read straight out of a fuckin' Dr. Seuss book
Worship Sinners: no wonder why all those ugly Pinellas Park bitched give you dirty ass looks
Worship Sinners: i leave your head piece danglin from a thin piece of your neck
Worship Sinners: that's all you got left when i insert the blade as soon as you hit the deck
Worship Sinners: fuck a chin check
Worship Sinners: i'm white as fuck... i "hockey-stick" your ass up
Worship Sinners: but don't give me those weak ass rhymes, or your patheric ass luck
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: you talkin bout cuttin me up.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: Niga this Samarai fina stab yo punk ass in tha eye.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: eat you like pie
Worship Sinners: bitch i'm posined, your biter ass about to die
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: nigga got some funny asss lyrics, make me laugh everytime i hear it.
Worship Sinners: to bad no bitches want your shit, your lyrics they dont wanna come near it
Worship Sinners: your fake as fuck, using the N word to degrade your contender
Worship Sinners: bitch you're not viet, your just a black skinned gangster rap pretender
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: hahaha damn laughin too much can't think. some funny shit, but time to rip that shit, nigga you aint shit.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: you live down my block.
Worship Sinners: that's right, your girl came over to suck my cock
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: i pull my glock, cok back, no way to stop,
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: a shot to yo brain
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: no wait
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: shot to tha dick so ull feel some pain
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: no whos insane.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: haah holla my name nigga
Worship Sinners: too bad i have no dick for you too suck, just a fat fucking pussy to lick
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: and witness this game official.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: now go wash my dishes foo.
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: wow, you a female? what the hell?
Worship Sinners: turned your girl straight dike, after she claimed you aint shit
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: i thought you was a guy dude, can i get some of your pictures nude?
Worship Sinners: i'm just kidding, i'm just saying a pussy's bigger than your asian ass knob
Worship Sinners: this white dick thick as fuck, your girl trat it like corn on the cob
Worship Sinners: and i bet you claim you got pride in your people, MY people burned your ancestors like KKK to a church steaple
Worship Sinners: dont worry...not racist one bit
Worship Sinners: i know this shit offends your ass, like when no one wants to lick your clit
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: KKK can suck my dick, I put my clip into the AK
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: haha i don't know what to say..
ViEt DoGgY DaWg: been so long ..
Worship Sinners: bitch quit hittin the bong
Worship Sinners: usin weed to ghost write for your no lyric having bitch ass
Worship Sinners: i swear your a concoction of a crack whore and a fat ass who smokes way to much grass |
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| 02:24pm 19/03/2004 |
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You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of
exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic
and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an
ancient and noble house, you were married
(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress
for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and
with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your
mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a
lettre de cachet for 14 years until the
Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,
charming, you became a Revolutionary,
miraculously escaping the guillotine during the
Terror, only to be arrested later for
publishing your erotic novels. You spent your
final 12 years in the insane asylum at
Charenton, where you caused another scandal by
directing plays using inmates and professional
actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in
the arms of your teenage mistress.
You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
brought to you by Quizilla |
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| 02:17pm 19/03/2004 |
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mood:  dirty
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corey and i just finished washing the outside of my car. i really need to suck up all the dirty shit on the inside, but i am filled with 0% energy and 75% sickness and 25% happiness (my day hasn't been bad at all except for the fact that i have been sick..monica and ann came to visit..and i hung with coreydoor alot). today we went to the mall, with almost no money. journey's now has some definfilty kick ass motherfucking shoes. they got these phat ass saconeys with yellow S's and blue bodies. they also have these new green camo looking ones. those are esecially off of change. my cat's been freaking out these days. i'm scared to all shit. he could die, and it is very freaky as fuck. for some fuck ass reason he can't touch the floor with out having to jump up on something like 5 seconds later. he's pretty fucking old, but not too old. so i have no clue if there is anything to worry about or what not. i sure as fuck don't want him to die. i don't care who the fuck hates cats. this pussy is sure different. i still feel a bit sick. but i believe i shall feel incredibly better shortly. it's just that i have the whole nasty ass flem/flu thing going on in my head. it's gross as gross can be.
tonight i should be going with monica to one of her friends senior projects. then tommrow, i come see hers. it's gonna be awesome, i'm sure as fuck super sure about that. i don't understand how she can make anything almost as stunning as she is as soon as she says that she wants to do it. it boggles my mind how someone can do that shit. but it's not too much of a mind boggling thing. she's amazing, so obviously she can do amazing things. i always expect her to do amazing things, and she never EVER lets me down.
when she came and visited me today, she was clad in her cherry dress...................HOLY FUCK DID SHE LOOK GORGEOUS!
i burnt a deathwish inc. mix today. has a few songs from converge, jesuseater, you know..that kind of bullshit. i downloaded all the mp3s from their website. great quality for free shit.
anyway, i'm off to clean my ugly self.
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| slaying the fucking dragon |
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| 11:14am 19/03/2004 |
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mood:  cranky
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in order for me to make the public happy, i am falling victim to popular demand and i'm going to quit smoking.
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| 10:41am 19/03/2004 |
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| 10:45pm 18/03/2004 |
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i'm starting up my redman and slick rick phases again. (shit, i tried typing this post earlier..but stupid fucking internet fucked all sorts of ill retarded shit up..there may be things i forget to type...but you all had no idea what they are in the first place...so ha ha fuckers). no one rock's da mic like reggie nobile or slick fucking rick. i finally got myself a copy of the great adventures of slick rick....shit's ill son. right now i am currently doing my best in finding quality mp3's from Muddy Waters...the 3rd Redman cd before Doc's Da Name. Then I will more than likely work myself up the redman cd chain. i use to own MAlpra.....sorry, i'll shut the fuck up now. i hate the fact that i have to DOWNLOAD music in order to listen to the shit, since my bitch ass is always so fucking poor. on a website once, i saw a graphic that claimed that if you download mp3's, you download communism. that is awesome!! i'm all for the hammer and sicel (sp?)..just as long as i get my motherfucking music. last night Monica and I finally finished watching Brown Sugar. geeze, took us motherfuckers long enough! friday night and saturday night we tried...but every time it ended in us and sex and what have you. obviously a great reason to stop watching a flick. :-) the movie was cute as anything though. i loved the fuck out of it. it had to be one of my favorite's now. The Lion King STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL kicks the shit out of any other movie ever. after the movie, Monica and I agreed that our relationship was definitly hip-hop...none of that rap bullshit. and that's good as fuck to hear. :-) today, i woke around the 10 o' clock hour, and brought my stank ass into work. there, i felt sicker than my lyrics (which are mad ill might i remind you). so i was suppose to be off by the time big John got on the clock, but he ended up not finding a ride to work, so i was stuck there till 11. now mind you i asked for these hours, so i'm able to handle them...but DEFINITLY NOT ready to handle them when i'm iller than aids infected cum bubbles. work was alright though. nothing too exciting happened. corey met me at work, then after driving bobby home, we chilled over here for alittle. most of the time was spent with me having a very roller-coaster like conversation on the tele. it finally ended with us keeping it real and being cool in the end. :-) i'm happy as shit for that fact. anyway...well after i finish this conversation about quitting smoking with corey...i shall be off to bed. again, i'm sicker than sick. so i need as much rest as motherfucking possible. holla. |
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| 02:10am 17/11/2003 |
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right so check this shit out motherfucking bitches, motherfucking this black woman who i forgot her name, she is famous, is selling this face cream bullshit. fuckig vanessa williams! that's who it is! corey told me that just right this second now. so what's going on fuckers? i'm still alive and bitching. sucks to be you all, huh? this one girl is talking about facials on the tv.
man corey just saved me from fucking everything up. whew!!! i was worried. tonight we talked about chelsea and heather and amanda. aint that some ill shit? no, i didn't think so either. so monica is still the motherfucking shit. corey's still the motherfucking shit. jamie's hair makes her look a bit troll ish (no not you ms.marks)..(no jamie tolisano...not like ugly troll like..you know what i'm motherfucking saying)
ok, that was a news update motherfuckers. i love monica. right, so chuck e. cheese, i am finally making more money there now because..oh holly fools, i'm not allowed to say anything about that.
hahahahaha, you thought i was gonna write a note to myself.
but yeah, monica's the motherfucking shit....
she's beautiful
great
sweet
caring
kind
crazy
nuts
awesome
kick motherfucking ass
soooo funny
amazing
stunning
gorgeous
..more to come.
yeah bitches, so what the fuck is up with horse shoes?
oh here's the online horseshoe attack! DUCK!
oh fuck not the water balloons!
oh shit not the fucking water balloons and horseshoes all together!!!!!
yeah that's it for the attacks! i mean, you know you can't really say shit on journals these days without some fucking atta....HOLY SHIT, ATTACKS OF RANDOM NUMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah i'm out this bitch. holla. |
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| 12:32am 04/04/2003 |
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mood: cranky music: Sean Paul - Get Busy
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i dont know where the fuck my life is going..but who gives a fucking shit, right? on my quest for God..that's working out.but not in a way. on my search for higher education...i dont fucking know about that. people always and forever talking shit...ugh, fucking people. work? i dont fucking know. i hate that shit. almost everything = shit. i got some people that love me, and i am forever greatful. i know i got a God who loves me...but i'm still searching. fuck, i want out. i need out.
i hate sounding emo.
thank you corey for always bringing the noise and bringing the funk. thank you monica for being the best...ever. without you 2, i am nothing. you all take my shit...esp. when it's super shit, and keep me at bay. i love it. you 2 are the best ever. best friends one could ever ask for. thank you monica for being the motherfucking shit for a girlfriend.
there are other people i'm down with, and that's awesome. but for the most part..i hate almost everything. i don't want too. but that's how it is. i need some fucking direction.
fuck st.petersburg
fuck pinellas county
shows fucking suck..well..many of them do
being tired fucking sucks...but with all the crazy shit on my motherfucking mind, i cant sleep.
i know, i fucking cant stand when people bitch about dumb stupid pointless shit on their journals...but that's what i am doing..so i will stop. |
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| 01:38pm 28/03/2003 |
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now if you write pussy lyrics for my girlfriend to recite/
insert a shell in your dome/
when your out for the night/
my lyrics you wanna bite/
but your teeth to weak/
take off those motherfucking specs/
your fuckin vision's too bleek/
i know you seek/
for tail through gladiator halls/
too bad all the females giggle/
now where the fuck are your balls?/
it sucks that you fall/
victim to a certain style of your own/
that could never be as ill as mine/
i'm the king of this throne/
i could never be dismantled/
i will never be stopped/
you little short as fuck/
even midgets got you topped/
is that a lincoln you copped?/
looks as if you got a dragon in the back/
inject the air with it's smoke/
you give pedestrians cadaracs/
my verbal attacks/
deliver fucking anuerisms/
more shook up then earthquakes/
i have you trapped in my prison/
with no possible theory of escape/
traveling through your mind/
with your shitty words poluting the world/
your a threat to emcee-kind/ |
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| 11:34am 28/03/2003 |
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just came from coreys, we watched some videos and some golden girls. last night we saw some anal bead pirate porn. there were not guys in pirate hats or anything, but oh well. it had jenna in it. i just made an I Hate MYself mix cd..it's off the hizzie for real. i may get a haircut today. and chill with C-dogg later. alright, i'm out. |
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