[url]http://www.gizoogle.net/index.php[/url]
So basically its this site before Youtube that makes any text or site transformed to ghetto slang.
For example, Gordon Freeman:
"Dr. Gordon Freeman be a gangbangin' fictionizzle character n' tha main protagonist of tha Half-Life vizzle game series fo' realz. As a theoretical physicist, he findz his dirty ass thrust tha fuck into a funky-ass battle fo' game against both alien n' human forces. Throughout tha series, Gordon must grill hostile situations against overwhelmin odds, often without backup fo' realz. As a meanz of immersin tha playa up in tha role, Gordon never speaks, n' there is no cutscenes and mission briefings. All action is viewed all up in Gordonz eyes, wit tha playa retainin control of Gordonz actions at nearly all times. Da imagez of Gordon is only peeped on tha gamez cover n' menu pages, n' also up in advertisements, bustin em marketin tools rather than picturez of what tha fuck Gordon is "straight-up like". Gabe Newell has stated dat Valve sees no reason ta give Gordon a voice."
Run them through Textilizer if search engine fails to put up.
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Creampie, also known as internal ejaculation, internal cum blasted and, up in homosapien contexts, as breeding, be a term used up in sex n thangs ta describe when a male ejaculates inside his thugged-out lil' partnerz ass and vajazzle.[1][2][3] Da term also refers ta tha visible seepin and drippin of semen from tha vajazzle (or ass).[1][2][4]
Maybe DMX will be less scared of this than actual Google
Now dis is tha rap all bout how
My fuckin fuckin thuglife gots flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like ta take a minute just sit muthafuckin muthafuckin right there
I be bout ta rap how tha fuck tha fuck I became tha pimp of a hood called Bel-air
In westsideside Philadelphia born n' raised
On tha playground where I spent most of mah days
Chillin out, maxing, chillaxin all def
And all shootin some b-bizzle outside of tha school
When a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil couple guys, they was up ta no phat
Started bustin shizzle up up in mah neighbourhood
I gots up up in one lil fight n' mah momma gots scared
And holla'd "You're movin wit yo' auntie n' uncle up up in Bel-air"
I whistled fo' a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil cab n' when it came near the
License plate holla'd "fresh" n' had a thugged-out dice up up in tha mirror
If anythang I could say dat dis cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo cribs ta Bel-air!
I pulled up ta a thugged-out doggy den bout seven n' eight
And I yelled ta tha cabby "Yo, cribs smell you later!"
Looked at mah kingdom I was finally there
To sit on mah throne as tha pimp of Bel-air
Why does why does it repeat like that?
[editline]16th January 2013[/editline]
[url]http://www.gizoogle.net/index.php?search=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FBattle_of_Hastings&se=Gizoogle+Dis+Shiznit[/url]
Oh god :v:
Halls is tha brand name of a ghettofab mentholated cough drop yo. Halls cough drops (categorized as a cold-ass lil cough suppressant/oral anaesthetic by tha manufacturer) is sold by tha Cadbury-Adams Division of Cadbury plc n' have long been advertised as featurin "Vapor Action" yo. Halls was first done cooked up up in tha 1930s up in Britain by tha Halls Bruthas company (founded 1893) yo.
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[quote]Carl "CJ" Johnston started doin thangs up in Los Santos, ta Beverly Johnston. Beverly had four children: Sean, Carl, Kendl, n' Brian. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sweet states dat Carl started doin thangs up in tha Johnston House, tha familyz childhood n' current home. Oldskool Reece, a gangbangin' gang playa, n' Gantonz local Barber, recalls memoriez of Carlz father, although Carl drops some lyrics ta Joey Leone dat he never knew his wild lil' father, n' dat Sweet was tha "man" of tha doggy den but done cooked up his thuglife miserable.
Da Johnston siblings, along wit Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris n' Lizzle "Ryder" Wilson, grew up on tha same stupid-ass cul-de-sac n' was childhood playas. Carl recalls Ryder dealin sticky-icky-ickys since he was ten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sweet became tha leader of tha Grove Street Families up in 1984, which introduced him, Carl, n' possibly Brian tha fuck into tha gang life."[/quote]
This is good
this funny as hell
Standard Patrol Uniform fo' tha ?CPD. Navy Blue combats n' Ring-neck shirts (in either short and long sleeves) wit Black boots (bloused and unbloused), a Black Duty Belt wit varyin accessories per officer, n' a funky-ass black ?CPD vest fo' realz. Additionizzle items, like fuckin glasses and gloves, is optionizzle per officer.
Some officers wear thermal shirts n' other such underground threadz under their uniforms.
Da standard issue PDA aint only used as a cold-ass lil case log n' notebook yo, but also functions as a secondary communications system, allowin on tha fly thugged-out shit for changin situations, as input by officers up in tha field ta Control and from Control ta officers' PDAs. It supports voice use yo, but is generally not used as a secondary radio. Da PDA can be optionally mounted onto a officerz arm for quick access.
Da vest be a slightly futurised design, lookin mo' plated n' sectioned than modern vests yo, but is only resistant against knifes n' low caliber rounds.
Officers is given some freedom up in they chizzle of Baton, though tha standard is an extendable model up in black. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some officers carry Shock Batons, replacin both their Baton n' Stungun wit a single device fo' realz. All officers is issued tha steez pistol,
and em two chizzle ta carry one is also issued wit steez Stunguns. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some officers (mainly street patrol) is also given tha option ta carry tha SBS, and Short Barelled Shotgun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da SBS be a cold-ass lil custom, department-made modification of tha standard service shotgun ta provide officers wit a lighter, smaller, n' quickly accessed shotgun. It be supplied wit a specialised sheath ta allow quick retrieval n' holstering, with options ta mount it on tha belt, from tha belt (either as a thugged-out drop leg holsta and as a free hangin holster) and ta tha back of tha officerz Vest.
Fuck tha five-o
Comin straight from tha underground
Young nizzle gots it bad cuz I be brown
And not tha other color so five-o think
They have tha authoritizzle ta bust a cap up in a minority
Fuck dat shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka wit a funky-ass badge n' a gun
To be beatin on, n' throwin up in jail
Our thugged-out asses could go toe ta toe up in tha middle of a cold-ass lil cell
Fuckin wit mah crazy ass cuz I be a teenager
With a lil bit of gold n' a pager
Searchin mah car, lookin fo' tha product
Thinkin every last muthafuckin nizzle is sellin narcotics
Advizzle Wars, known up in Japan as Game Boy Wars Advizzle (ゲームボーイウォーズアドバンス Gēmu Bōi Wōzu Adobansu?) be a turn-based tactics vizzle game pimped fo' tha Game Boy Advizzle (GBA) by Intelligent Systems n' published by Nintendo. It was busted out up in Uptown Tha Ghetto on September 10, 2001 yo, but put on hold up in Japan n' Europe cuz of tha followin dayz terrorist attacks up in tha USA.[1] Although busted out up in Europe up in January 2002, neither GBA game was busted out up in Japan until tha Game Boy Wars Advizzle 1+2 compilation on November 25, 2004.
Advizzle Wars is tha straight-up original gangsta game up in tha Advizzle Wars seriez of vizzle game, followed by Advizzle Wars 2: Black Hole Risin (also fo' tha Game Boy Advizzle), n' then by Advizzle Wars: Dual Strike n' Advizzle Wars: Dayz of Ruin fo' tha Nintendo DS. These game form a sub-seriez of tha Nintendo Wars set of game.
Da game was originally intended ta remain exclusive ta Japan, like tha previous entries up in tha series, which was kept up in Japan cuz of Nintendo feelin dat thugs would not be horny bout turn-based game, and up in such fucked up game. In order ta alleviate this, tha pimpers done cooked up tha mechanics easy as fuck ta understand, addin up in a up in depth tutorial dat didn't require playas ta read tha manual. Designer Kentaro Nishimura commented dat "Advizzle Wars' success shifted Nintendo’s attitude over westsideern tastes."
Da rap involves Orange Star Armyz efforts up in battlin tha other ghettos armies, where Orange Star commandin officer Andy be accused of attackin tha other ghettos' troops fo' no reason. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da game has been well received, bustin a average score of 92/100 on Metacritic, n' a average score of 93% on GameRankings, tha highest fo' any Game Boy Advizzle game. It was rated tha 26th dopest game done cooked up on a Nintendo System up in Nintendo Juicez Top 200 Game list.
Jesus christ I'm dying
What tha fuck did you just fuckin say bout me, you lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a shitload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass is not a god damn thang ta mah crazy ass but just another target. I will wipe you tha fuck up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah fuckin lyrics. Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shizzle ta mah crazy ass over tha Internizzle, biatch? Think again, fucker fo' realz. As our crazy-ass asses drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced muthafuckin right now so you mo' betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil muthafuckin thang you call yo' life. You’re fuckin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. Not only be I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I will bust it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could have known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "def" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' fuckin tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I will shizzle fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.
This was a triumph.
I be bustin a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It aint nuthin but hard ta overstate mah satisfaction.
Aperture Science
Our thugged-out asses do what tha fuck our crazy-ass asses must
cuz our crazy-ass asses can.
For tha phat of all of us.
Except tha ones whoz ass is dead as fuckin fried chicken.
But therez no sense bustin up like a biatch over every last muthafuckin mistake.
Yo ass just keep on tryin till you run outta cake.
And tha Science gets done.
And you cook up a neat gun.
For tha gangstas whoz ass is still kickin it.
I be not even supa pissed.
I be bein so sincere muthafuckin right now, nahmeean?
Even though you broke mah heart.
And capped mah dirty ass.
And tore mah crazy ass ta pieces.
And threw every last muthafuckin piece tha fuck into a gangbangin' fire.
As they burned it hurt cuz I was so aiiight fo' you!
Now these pointz of data cook up a funky-ass dope line.
And we're outta beta.
We're releasin on time.
So I be GLaD. I gots burned.
Think of all tha thangs our crazy-ass asses hustled
for tha gangstas whoz ass is still kickin it.
Go ahead n' leave mah dirty ass.
I be thinkin I prefer ta stay inside.
Maybe yo dirty ass is gonna find some muthafucka else ta help yo thugged-out ass.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, dis cake is pimped out.
It aint nuthin but so delicious n' moist.
Look at mah crazy ass still rappin'
when therez Science ta do.
When I look up there, it makes mah crazy ass GLaD I be not yo thugged-out ass.
I've experiments ta run.
There is research ta be done.
On tha gangstas whoz ass is still kickin it.
And believe mah crazy ass I be still kickin it.
I be bustin Science n' I be still kickin it.
I feel FANTASTIC n' I be still kickin it.
While yo ass is dyin I be bout ta be still kickin it.
And when yo ass is dead I is ghon be still kickin it.
STILL ALIVE (x2)
Hahahah oh wow
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This shit's amazing
Gabe Logan Newell, also known as Gaben, (born November 3, 1962) is tha co-smoker n' managin director of vizzle game pimpment n' online distribution company Valve Corporation.
After havin dropped outta Harvard University Newell spent thirteen muthafuckin years hittin dat shizzle fo' Microsizzlez Corporation, ultimately becomin a "Microsizzlez Mazillionaire". Newell has busted lyrics bout his dirty ass as "balla on tha straight-up original gangsta three releasez of Windows". Inspired by Michael Abrash, whoz ass left Microsizzlez ta work on tha computer game Quake at id Software, Newell n' another Microsizzlez hommie, Mike Harrington, left Microsizzlez ta found Valve up in 1996. Dude n' Harrington used they scrilla ta fund Valve all up in tha pimpment of Half-Life.
Durin thang on Half-Life 2, he spent nuff muthafuckin months focusin on tha Screw project.
In 2007, Newell openly expressed his fuckin lil' displeasure over pimpin his software fo' gamin consoles, particularly tha PlayStation 3. In regard ta tha system, Newell was once quoted as frontin dat pimpin processes fo' tha console up in general was "a waste of all y'allz time" n' "a disasta on nuff levels ... I'd say, even at dis late date, they should just cizzlel it n' do a thugged-out do over. Just say, 'This was a wack disasta n' we're sorry n' we're goin ta quit pushin dis n' quit tryin ta convince gangstas ta pimp fo' it'." Nevertheless, at E3 up in 2010, Newell rocked up on stage at Sonyz keynote; while acknowledgin his thugged-out lil' past outspoken comments on console pimpment, he discussed tha open nature of Sonyz PlayStation 3 platform, n' announced Portal 2 fo' tha console, remarkin dat wit Screwworks support it would be tha dopest version fo' any console. Newell has also dissed tha Xbox Live service, referrin ta it as "a train wreck". Dude was also intensely critical of Microsizzlesz upcomin operatin system Windows 8, callin it a "catastrophe" n' a threat ta tha probably open nature of PC gaming.
In December 2010, Forbes named Newell as "A Name Yo ass Should Know" mainly fo' his work on Screw havin partnerships wit multiple major pimpers. In March 2012, Forbes estimated tha net worth of Newell as $1.5 bazillion, rankin 854th outta 1,226 global bazillionaires.
[URL="http://www.gizoogle.net/xfer.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fsteampunkopera.wordpress.com%2Flibretto%2F&sa=U&ei=fib3UJ1d8crQBeXugLAJ&ved=0CBQQFjAA&usg=AFQjCNEqWNig060_CrHwsMSlprhON01Cfw"]The entire libretto of the Steampunk Opera.[/URL]
Four score n' seven muthafuckin years ago our fathers brought forth on dis continent, a new nation, conceived up in Liberty, n' dedicated ta tha proposizzle dat all pimps are pimped equal.
Now our crazy-ass asses is engaged up in a pimped out civil war, testin whether dat nation, and any nation so conceived n' so dedicated, can long endure. Our thugged-out asses is kicked it wit on a pimped out battle-field of dat war. Our thugged-out asses have come ta dedicate a portion of dat field, as a final restin place fo' em whoz ass here gave they lives dat that hood might live. It be altogether fittin n' proper dat our crazy-ass asses should do this.
But, up in a larger sense, our crazy-ass asses can not dedicate -- our crazy-ass asses can not consecrate -- our crazy-ass asses can not hallow -- dis ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da brave men, livin n' dead, whoz ass struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our skanky juice ta add and detract. Da ghetto will lil note, nor long remember what tha fuck our crazy-ass asses say here yo, but it can never forget what tha fuck they did here. It be fo' our asses tha living, rather, ta be dedicated here ta tha unfinished work which they whoz ass fought here have thus far so nobly advizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It is rather fo' our asses ta be here dedicated ta tha pimped out task remainin before our asses -- that from these honored dead our crazy-ass asses take increased devotion ta dat cause fo' which they gave tha last full measure of devotion -- dat our crazy-ass asses here highly resolve that these dead shall not have took a dirt nap up in vain -- dat dis nation, under Dogg, shall have a freshly smoked up birth of freedom -- n' dat posse of tha gangstas, by tha gangstas, for tha gangstas, shall not perish from tha earth.
Father
Father be a kind bein whom no one has eva seen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Father is beyond our comprehension. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. All folks know is dat he was here before there eva was a here yo. Dude be aiiight n' enjoys existin yo. Dude is holla'd ta be pimped out n' powerful; n' as far as every last muthafuckin muthafucka knows, there was no one before his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude is from tha other side. No one has eva been ta tha other side but it is supposed ta be a pimped out place where there is peace without dirtnap.
This is great
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[quote]Coraline Jones moves wit her mutha n' daddy from her laid back thuglife up in Pontiac, Michigan ta tha Pink Palace, a thugged-out dilapidated three-bedroom apartment buildin up in Ashland, Oregon, which be also occupied by retired playettees Misses Spink n' Forcible, n' eccentric Russian acrobat Mista Muthafuckin Bobinsky. With her muthafathas perpetually hittin dat shizzle on a gardenin catalog n' payin lil attention ta her, Coraline feels neglected n' decides ta explore they freshly smoked up home, beplayain Wybie Lovat, tha grandson of tha cribs' landlady. While exploring, Coraline findz a lil' small-ass door sealed off by a funky-ass brick wall. That night, Coraline be awakened by a mouse n' bigs up it ta tha lil' small-ass door where her ass discovers a long, dark corridor up in tha brick wallz place. Coraline goes all up in it n' findz her muthafuckin ass up in tha Other Ghetto, a gangbangin' dunkadelical parallel version of tha Pink Palace inhabited by doppelgangerz of her muthafathas called tha Other Muthafucka n' Other Father, whoz ass have black buttons fo' eyes. These beings prove ta be warma n' mo' attentizzle than Coralinez real muthafathas, particularly tha Other Muthafucka, whoz ass do everythang her ass can ta impress Coraline. Coraline decides ta stay tha night all up in tha Other Ghetto yo, but when her ass wakes tha next morning, her ass findz her muthafuckin ass up in her oldschool ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
Despite warningz of danger from her neighbors, Coraline continues ta go ta tha Other Ghetto at night ta escape from tha doldrumz of her real thuglife n' is entertained by button-eyed "Other" versionz of her neighbors, includin a mute Other Wybie, whoz ass guides her all up in tha Other Ghetto. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Durin her third visit, Coraline encountas a funky-ass black pussaaaaay from her own ghetto dat has tha mobilitizzle ta rap up in tha Other Ghetto, n' also warns Coraline of danger. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch disregardz tha warnings until tha Other Muthafucka invites her ta live up in tha Other Ghetto forever if her ass sews buttons over her eyes. When Coraline demandz ta return home, tha Other Muthafucka angrily reveals her true form as a monstrous witch n' traps Coraline up in a lil' small-ass room behind a mirror where her ass meets tha pimpz of three lil pimps whoz ass had lost they eyes n' souls ta tha Other Muthafucka. With tha help of tha Other Wybie, Coraline escapes ta her own ghetto yo, but findz dat her muthafathas done been kidnapped by tha Other Muthafucka.
Armed wit a seein stone provided by tha real Spink n' Forcible, Coraline returns ta tha Other Ghetto n' challenges tha Other Muthafucka ta a game ta find her missin muthafathas n' tha eyez of tha pimp lil pimps up in tha Other Ghetto, agreein ta stay up in tha Other Ghetto if her ass loses. Coraline uses her seein stone ta find tha pimps' eyes n' outwits tha twisted inhabitantz of tha Other Ghetto guardin them, n' later findz her muthafathas trapped up in a snow globe. Knowin dat tha Other Muthafucka will never let her leave even if her ass wins, Coraline tricks tha Other Muthafucka tha fuck into openin tha door ta tha real ghetto n' escapes all up in it, closin tha door on tha Other Muthafuckaz hand n' severin dat shit. Coraline findz her muthafathas safe wit no memory of what tha fuck had happened, n' tha pimp lil pimps at peace. To keep tha Other Muthafucka from returning, Coraline intendz ta drop tha key ta tha door between her ghetto n' tha Other Ghetto down a gin n juice well near her crib yo, but tha Other Muthafuckaz severed hand entas Coralinez ghetto n' tries ta drag Coraline back ta tha Other Ghetto. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Wybie arrives n' destroys tha hand, n' he n' Coraline drop its remains n' tha key down tha well. With her muthafathas done wit they work n' able ta spend time wit they daughter, Coraline holdz a garden jam wit her gang n' neighbors, content wit her freshly smoked up life.
In a post-credits scene, tha mice is floatin around n' around.[/quote]
That is the best description of Coraline that I have ever read. Fo'rizzle.
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