[url]http://gizoogle.net/[/url]
Translate text, a Google search, or a website into gangsta slang.
I'll start:
It aint nuthin but mah baby n' I don't expect mah playas ta give a gangbangin' fuck. It aint nuthin but sick fo' me n' Sarah yo, but aint a pimped out achievement. Yo ass just cum up in a vag until it happens.
"Brandon McCartney (born August 17, 1989), known by his stage name Lil B or Da BasedGod, be a Gangsta rapper n' lyricist from Berkeley, California. Lil B has recorded both solo n' wit Da Pack yo. Dude is noted fo' his wild lil' fuckin extensive use of hood media joints like fuckin MySpace n' Twizzle ta build a online following.[4][5]"
swag
did i travel back to 2004?
Pornhub won't work
:(
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 me but just another target. I'ma 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 shiznit ta me over tha Internet, biatch? Think again, fucker n' shiznit fo' realz. As we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced right now so you mo' betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game. 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 is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I'ma use 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 “clever” 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'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.
In tha grill of tha pimped out misfortune which has befallen our fatherland
and affects all us, I must abstain from offendin n' like disuniting
those pimps whoz ass must at some future date form one pimped out united front which
will be made up of legit n' loyal Germans n' which gonna git to
withstand tha common front presented by tha enemy of our people. For I
know dat a time will come when dem playas whoz ass then treated our asses as enemies
will venerate tha pimps whoz ass trod tha bitter way of dirtnap fo' tha sake of
their people.
I have dedicated tha straight-up original gangsta volume of dis book ta our eighteen fallen
heroes yo. Here all up in tha end of dis second volume let me again n' again n' again brang them
men ta tha memory of tha adherents n' championz of our ideals, as
heroes who, up in tha full consciousnizz of what tha fuck they was bustin,
sacrificed they lives fo' our asses all. We must never fail ta recall them
names up in order ta encourage tha weak n' waverin among our asses when duty
calls, dat duty which they fulfilled wit absolute faith, even ta its
off tha hook consequences. Together wit them, n' as one of tha dopest of
all, I should like ta mention tha name of a playa whoz ass devoted his wild lil' freakadelic game to
reawakenin his thugged-out n' our people, all up in his wild lil' freestylin n' his scams and
finally all up in positizzle action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I mean: Dietrich Eckart.
[I]Welcome. Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Citizzle 17. Yo ass have chosen, or been chosen, ta relocate ta one of our finest remainin urban centers.. n' you KNOWS so much of Citizzle 17 dat I erected ta establish mah administration here, up in tha Citadel so thoughtfully provided by our benefactors. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I been proud as a muthafucka ta booty-call Citizzle 17 mah home fo' realz. And so, whether yo ass is here ta stay, or passin all up in on yo' way ta parts unknown - welcome ta Citizzle 17. It aint nuthin but less thuggy here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho.[/I]
Oh my fucking god, I forgot Gizoogle was so great
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Nam nunc est, dapibus quis convallis vel, dictum quis nunc. [B]Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.[/B] Sed fringilla viverra quam feugiat viverra. Vestibulum suscipit faucibus tellus, suscipit luctus dui viverra eget. Praesent consectetur metus mi, ac tempor risus blandit at. Phasellus urna velit, tincidunt eget aliquet nec, sodalez ac felis. Curabitur blandit pulvinar adipiscing. Vivamus nec urna sed diam rutrum dignissim eget up in nibh. Donec nec neque nec massa cursus ultrices nec vitae lorem. Duis vitae ligula non quam dictum molestie. [B]Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.[/B] Sed tortor nunc, hendrerit vitae lectus eget, volutpat tempor nisl. Morbi lobortis, dui sed auctor aliquam, elit augue elementum eros, ut condimentum urna leo dapibus justo. Vestibulum interdum nunc et lacus consectetur faucibus. Donec euismod odio scelerisque enim cursus pellentesque. Proin imperdiet felis vel tempus condimentum. Nunc porttitor faucibus nisl et egestas. Proin ornare a purus ut ultrices.
"Joints And Flash Pornos n' That Kind Of Crap. For vizzles, flash pornos n' other dumb crap dat clogs up tha other forums. Use media tags. J!NX." - Facepunch
[QUOTE=Gunzers6;45502362]"Joints And Flash Pornos n' That Kind Of Crap. For vizzles, flash pornos n' other dumb crap dat clogs up tha other forums. Use media tags. J!NX." - Facepunch[/QUOTE]
Hi.
[editline]25th July 2014[/editline]
if you actualyl google facepunch it says "Videos And Flash Movies and That Kind Of Crap. For videos, flash movies and other dumb crap that clogs up the other forums. Use media tags. J!NX."
WHY is my name there?
[editline]25th July 2014[/editline]
Tupac Shakur - Wikipizzle, tha free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupac_Shakur‎
Tupac Amaru Shakur also known by his stage names 2Pac n' briefly as Makaveli, was a Gangsta rapper n' hustla. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shakur has sold over 75 mazillion records ..
Oh no you don't, Chris muthafucka! Yo ass aint gettin away dat easy as fuck dawwwwg! Yo ass do all that, I'ma SUE yo' sorry ass! And I wanna tell Nintendo up in Redmond right away ta stop you, cuz they know as well as I do. I busted dem a letter previously. months n' months ago. fo' tha origi-for tha original gangsta printout of tha Number Zero book. They know! They have tha recordz muthafucka! They know. I done been a cold-ass lil hustla of dem for years! They have had mah scrilla a funky-ass bunch of times muthafucka! Long before I made up wit Sony n' gave dem over two th... Agh... [Do a incredibly gay hand gesture; then make a odd squealin sound] Nintendo has like five TH- over five thousand dollars worth between me n' mah muthafathas but anyway. I be st.. fo' realz. Anyway, yo ass is not- yo big-ass booty is ghon not succeed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! [Points finger at camera] Yo ass is tha IMPOSTOR!
[backs away from tha camera] Yo ass is tha impostor playa! Quit - dat - brown - striped - up in - the... shirt... [nodz head] with tha paper medallion! Stop dat impostor playa! [Shows a thugged-out drawn cardboard, tha Sonichu McIntire Park sign] Sonichu n' Rosechu is mine ALONE! I be the Christian Weston Chandlez, [begins ta drop a rhyme at a wack speed] born wit tha birth name of Christopher, February 24th, 1982, I'm tha one wit Robert Franklin Chandlez Jr as mah daddy n' Barbara Anne Weston Chandlez as mah mother, 14 Branchland Court Ruckersville, Virginia 22968 434 990 0198! STOP dat IMPOSTOR bastard whoz ass has been posin wit MY name, MY address, MY beeper number, EVERYTHING! STOP HIM! HE DESERVES NOTHING!
DUUUUUHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIEEEEE YOOOOUUU
[jump cut]
[reappears without glasses] Especially afta dat disclaimer vizzle I made, where I holla'd at everyody not ta loot anythang from yo thugged-out ass. I warn Nintendo, n' Microsoft, n' Sony: do not loot anythang from him either n' shit. He's tha impostor, I'M tha real deal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Look all up in tha history on ED n' elsewhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Yo ass will rot up in jail, mister... ssss... yo big-ass booty is ghon rot on lockdown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Nintendo has known me fo' years, so long- so much longer, practically mah whole gametime. They know mah dirty ass fo' realz. And they know you ta be tha impostor! Yo ass go tha fuck into Nintendoz doors, they will kick yo' ass out. Nintendo, Microsoft, Sony, stop him! Put his ass on lockdown! Call tha police on him! ...Anybody else up in mah true loyal fanbase... do tha same thang, please help me, put his ass on lockdown when you peep his sorry face.
[jump cut]
[Chris is now bustin his wild lil' freakadelic glasses again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again] And you know what, biatch? Letz top dis off. [unsurprisingly, he removes his wild lil' freakadelic glasses] Right now, nahmeean, biatch? No "shin", we goin fo' tha original. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Just fo' dat impostor dat has worn tha brown stripes all dis time yo. Hmmm... Curse-ye-ha-me-
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
[jump cut]
Call tha five-o on his muthafuckin ass. (Sighs) Have a sick day.
[quote=Gizoogled Top of Homestar Runner Wiki] Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha Homestar Runner Wiki, tha Homestar Runner knowledge base dat mah playas can edit.
We currently hustlin on 2,736 articlez bout our straight-up Internizzle cartoon. [/quote]
Yo, Silent Hill is tha straight-up original gangsta installment up in tha series n' was busted out up in 1999 fo' tha PlayStation. Silent Hill bigs up Harry Mason as da perved-out muthafucka searches fo' his crazy-ass missin adopted daughter up in tha mysterious hood of Silent Hill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stumblin upon a cult conductin a ritual ta revive a thugged-out deitizzle it worships, Harry discovers his fuckin lil' daughterz legit origin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Multiple game endings is possible, dependin on in-game actions taken by tha playa.
[QUOTE=I Gizoogled NWA]Right bout now NWA court is up in full effect.
Judge Dre presidin up in tha case of NWA versus tha five-o department.
Prosecutin attourneys is MC Ren Ice Cube n' Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order n' shit. Ice Cube take tha muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear ta tell tha real deal tha whole truth
and nothin but tha real deal so help yo' black ass?
Why don't you tell dem hoes what tha fuck tha fuck you gotta say?
Fuck tha police
Comin straight from tha underground
Young nizzle gots it wack 'cause I be brown
And not tha other color so five-o think
They have tha authoritizzle ta bust a cap up in a minority[/QUOTE]
I originally had all the lyrics here, but it was too damn long.
"[I]No thangs up in dis biatch found fo' I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah trip include Me, mah playa James, mah playa Dan, n' mah playa Alec. There is dis fuckin bangin' hoe up in our classes, n' her ass is fuckin dreamy. My fuckin trip involved mah crazy ass stickin mah pregnancy stick up in her grill, n' forcefeedin her n' shit. My fuckin playa Jizzy was rammin her up tha ass. Alec was up tha vajazzle. n' Don Juan was boobies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Biatch was locked down ta a table up in tha clouds, n' had one of dem red bizzle thangs up in her grill when I wasn't grillrapin her muthafuckin ass..[/I]" - Dan was Boobies (I'm so sorry)
[I]Shall I compare thee ta a summerz day?
Thou art mo’ ghettofab n’ mo’ temperate.
Rough windz do shake tha darlin budz of May,
And summerz lease hath all too short a thugged-out date.
Sometime too bangin’ tha eye of heaven shines,
And often is his wild lil’ freakadelic gold complexion dimmed;
And every last muthafuckin fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or naturez changin course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of dat fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall dirtnap brag thou wand’rest up in his shade,
When up in eternal lines ta Time thou grow’st.
So long as pimps can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, n’ dis gives game ta thee.[/I]
~Lil’ Willy Snakespeare
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REMOVE KEBAB remove kebab
yo ass is most shitty turk. yo ass is tha turk idiot yo ass is tha turk smell. return ta croatioa. ta our croatia cousins you may come our contry. you may live up in tha zoo....ahahahaha ,bosnia we aint NEVER gonna forgeve yo thugged-out ass. cetnik rascal FUck but fuck asshole turk stink bosnia sqhipere shqipare..turk genocizzle dopest dizzle of mah game. take a funky-ass bath of dead turk..ahahahahahBOSNIA WE WILL GET YOU!! do not forget ww2 .albiania we bust a cap up in tha mackdaddy , albania return ta yo' precious mongolia....hahahahaha idiot turk n' bosnian smell so bad..wow i can smell dat shit. REMOVE KEBAB FROM THE PREMISES. yo big-ass booty is ghon git caught. russia+usa+croatia+slovak=kill bosnia...you will ww2/ tupac kickin it up in serbia, tupac makin mixtape of serbia . fast rap tupac serbia. we is rich n' have gold now hahahaha ha cuz of tupac... yo ass is ppoor stink turk... you live up in a hovel hahahaha, you live up in a yurt
tupac kickin it numbr one #1 up in serbia ....fuck tha croatia ,..FUCKk ashol turks no phat i spit• up in tha grill eye of ur flag n' contry. 2pac aliv n' real phat wizzle bust a cap up in all tha turk farm aminal wit rap magic now we tha serba rule .ape of tha zoo presidant georg bush fukc tha pimped out satan n' lay egg dis egg hatch n' bosnia wa;s born, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. wack baby form tha eggn give bak our clay we will crush u lik a skull of pig. serbia pimped outtst countrey
Serb shits from highest chimney onto your horse.
"[I]I be Heavy Weapons Guy fo' realz. And all dis bullshit... is mah weapon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch weighs 150 kilograms n' fires $200 custom-tooled cartridges at 10,000 roundz per minute. Well shiiiit, it cost $400,000 ta fire dis weapon...for 12 seconds. Oh mah god, whoz ass touched Sasha?! Alright... Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck touched mah gun?! Some playas be thinkin they can outsmart mah dirty ass. Maybe… maybe. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I yet ta hook up one dat can outsmart bullet. Cry some mo' biaaatch! Heh...go cry some more.[/I]"
- Heavy G
[quote]Dear fag please shizzle up in mah enormous ear canal while while postal sits on shiznit made mah Nigeria grow big-ass sorry fo' bein big-ass bunghole as mah Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Fuckin Gmod likes ta violently crash harder than birdz tha fuck into mah rear window. Why is tha blue nuclear alligators explodin at outside tcb dragon dildos orifices while Hezzy shittin mayo rrer playa! I straight-up gots nuff props fo'my decision ta cut tha balls every last muthafuckin sista up in I've fucked wtfigrowedick. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shiznit is yo thugged-out ass. That moan sorry I died, hold on - mah keyboard gots covered fucked by lil' small-ass lil pimps but thatz all fuckin wack bullshit Alright, biatch? Shut tha fuck up fo' realz. Anyway, I've been creamin yo' biscuits all September n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sincerely, Garry P.S. Bacon dat sizzlez while violently bein mah jewish booty make me git moist, soggy, n' horny like.[/quote]
From the first recap of [url=http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1389034&p=44655959&viewfull=1#post44655959]this thread.[/url]
[QUOTE][B]Fundamenstrual theorem of calculus[/B]
Da fundamenstrual theorem of calculus be a theorem dat links tha concept of tha derivative of a function wit tha concept of tha integral.
Da first part of tha theorem, sometimes called tha first fundamenstrual theorem of calculus, is dat a indefinite integral of a gangbangin' function can be reversed by differentiation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This part of tha theorem be also blingin cuz it guarantees tha existence of antiderivatives fo' continuous functions.
Da second part, sometimes called tha second fundamenstrual theorem of calculus, is dat tha definite integral of a gangbangin' function can be computed by rockin any one of its infinitely nuff antiderivatives. This part of tha theorem has key practical applications cuz it markedly simplifies tha computation of definite integrals.[/QUOTE]
I had a hearty laugh.
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Get ready, this is a long one...
[QUOTE]
Da Raven
[First published up in 1845]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak n' weary,
Over nuff a quaint n' curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Az of some one gently rapping, rappin at mah chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tappin at mah chamber door -
Only this, n' not a god damn thang more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember dat shiznit was up in tha bleak December,
And each separate dyin ember wrought its pimp upon tha floor.
Eagerly I wished tha morrow; - vainly I had sought ta borrow
From mah books surcease of sorrow - sorrow fo' tha lost Lenore -
For tha rare n' radiant maiden whom tha angels name Lenore -
Nameless here fo' evermore.
And tha silken fucked up uncertain rustlin of each purple curtain
Thrilled mah crazy ass - filled mah crazy ass wit dunkadelic terrors never felt before;
So dat now, ta still tha whoopin of mah ass, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreatin entrizzle at mah chamber door -
Some late visitor entreatin entrizzle at mah chamber door; -
This it is, n' not a god damn thang more,'
Presently mah ass grew stronger; hesitatin then no longer,
`Sir,' holla'd I, `or Madam, truly yo' forgivenizz I implore;
But tha fact is I was napping, n' so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tappin at mah chamber door,
That I scarce was shizzle I heard you' - here I opened wide tha door; -
Darknizz there, n' not a god damn thang more.
Deep tha fuck into dat darknizz peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, trippin trips no mortal eva dared ta trip before;
But tha silence was unbroken, n' tha darknizz gave no token,
And tha only word there spoken was tha whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, n' a echo murmured back tha word, `Lenore!'
Merely dis n' not a god damn thang more.
Back tha fuck into tha chamber turning, all mah ass within me burning,
Soon again n' again n' again I heard a tappin somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' holla'd I, `surely dat is suttin' at mah window lattice;
Let me peep then, what tha fuck thereat is, n' dis mystery explore -
Let mah ass be still a moment n' dis mystery explore; -
'Tis tha wind n' not a god damn thang more!'
Open here I flung tha shutter, when, wit nuff a gangbangin' flirt n' flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of tha saintly minutez of yore.
Not tha least obeisizzle made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, wit mien of lord or lady, perched above mah chamber door -
Perched upon a funky-ass bust of Pallas just above mah chamber door -
Perched, n' sat, n' not a god damn thang more.
Then dis ebony bird beguilin mah fucked up fancy tha fuck into smiling,
By tha grave n' stern decorum of tha countenizzle it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn n' shaven, thou,' I holla'd, `art shizzle no craven.
Ghastly grim n' ancient raven wanderin from tha nightly shore -
Tell me what tha fuck thy lordly name is on tha Nightz Plutonian shore!'
Quoth tha raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled dis ungainly fowl ta hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer lil meanin - lil relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreein dat no livin human being
Ever yet was pimped wit seein bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above tha sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But tha raven, chillin lonely on tha placid bust, was rappin only,
That one word, as if his thugged-out ass up in dat one word da ruffneck did outpour.
Nothang further then he uttered - not a gangbangin' feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely mo' than muttered `Other playaz have flown before -
On tha morrow da thug will leave me, as mah hopes have flown before.'
Then tha bird holla'd, `Nevermore.'
Startled all up in tha stillnizz fucked up by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' holla'd I, `what it uttas is its only stock n' store,
Caught from some unaiiight masta whom unmerciful fuck up
Followed fast n' followed fasta till his joints one burden bore -
Till tha dirgez of his hope dat melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But tha raven still beguilin all mah fucked up ass tha fuck into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cold-ass lil cushioned seat up in front of bird n' bust n' door;
Then, upon tha velvet sinking, I betook mah dirty ass ta linking
Fancy unto fancy, thankin what tha fuck dis ominous bird of yore -
What dis grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, n' ominous bird of yore
Meant up in croakin `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged up in guessin yo, but no syllable expressing
To tha fowl whose fiery eyes now burned tha fuck into mah bosomz core;
This n' mo' I sat divining, wit mah head at ease reclining
On tha cushionz velvet linin dat tha lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet linin wit tha lamp-light gloatin o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore biaatch!
Then, methought, tha air grew denser, perfumed from a unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on tha tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy Dogg hath lent thee - by these angels dat schmoooove muthafucka has busted thee
Respite - respite n' nepenthe from thy memoriez of Lenore biaatch!
Quaff, oh quaff dis kind nepenthe, n' forget dis lost Lenore!'
Quoth tha raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' holla'd I, `thang of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on dis desert land enchanted -
On dis home by horror hustled - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm up in Gilead, biatch? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth tha raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' holla'd I, `thang of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By dat Heaven dat bendz above our asses - by dat Dogg we both adore -
Tell dis ass wit sorrow laden if, within tha distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom tha angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare n' radiant maiden, whom tha angels name Lenore?'
Quoth tha raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be dat word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstartin -
`Git thee back tha fuck into tha tempest n' tha Nightz Plutonian shore biaatch!
Leave no black plume as a token of dat lie thy ass hath spoken!
Leave mah lonelinizz unbroken! - quit tha bust above mah door son!
Take thy beak from up mah ass, n' take thy form from off mah door!'
Quoth tha raven, `Nevermore.'
And tha raven, never flitting, still is chillin, still is chillin
On tha pallid bust of Pallas just above mah chamber door;
And his wild lil' fuckin eyes have all tha seemin of a thugged-out demonz dat is trippin,
And tha lamp-light o'er his ass streamin throws his shadow on tha floor;
And mah ass from up dat shadow dat lies floatin on tha floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore biaatch! [/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=TheGoodDoctorF;45502912][I]Shall I compare thee ta a summerz day?
Thou art mo’ ghettofab n’ mo’ temperate.
Rough windz do shake tha darlin budz of May,
And summerz lease hath all too short a thugged-out date.
Sometime too bangin’ tha eye of heaven shines,
And often is his wild lil’ freakadelic gold complexion dimmed;
And every last muthafuckin fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or naturez changin course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of dat fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall dirtnap brag thou wand’rest up in his shade,
When up in eternal lines ta Time thou grow’st.
So long as pimps can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, n’ dis gives game ta thee.[/I]
~Lil’ Willy Snakespeare
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JULIET appears above at a window
But, soft son! what tha fuck light all up in yonder window breaks?
It be tha eastside, n' Juliet is tha sun.
Arise, fair sun, n' bust a cap up in tha envious moon,
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck be already sick n' pale wit grief,
That thou her maid art far mo' fair than she:
Be not her maid, since her ass is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick n' green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It be mah lady, O, it is mah ludd biaatch!
O, dat she knew dat biiiiatch was biaatch!
Bitch speaks yet her big-ass booty say nothing: what tha fuck of that?
greetin punch muthafucka,,
todizzle i ask you how tha fuck did git yo' username n' why ?, biatch? first i start wit mah (Tropsical)
1 dizzle i was drank some Tropsico (its drank up in mah ghetto straight-up sick) ,, i look on box it say dis (TROPSICO,, tropical chicken drink)
first i try take name Tropsico up in league legend dat shiznit was take so i try chizzle it ta tropical
i make bakespace tha word Tropsico untill it look same dis Trop -- so i add ical it become word Tropical
BUT I WAS MIS TAKE !! i make backspace not Trop but rly untill Trops -- so when i add ical it become Tropsical
dat how tha fuck i git name tropsical
how tha fuck did you git yo' name?, biatch?
props,, tropsical muthafucka
"Well shiiiit, it also has a internally mounted, tactical electronic-warfare system, identification, playa or foe (IFF) system."
I repeat "playa or foe"
Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Crew Fortress 2 fo' realz. After nine muthafuckin years up in pimpment, hopefully it gonna git been worth tha wait. To dig a cold-ass lil commentary node, put yo' crosshair over tha floatin commentary symbol n' press yo' primary fire. To stop a cold-ass lil commentary node, put yo' crosshair over tha rotatin node n' press yo' primary fire again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some commentary nodes may take control of tha game up in order ta show suttin' ta yo thugged-out ass. In these cases, simply press yo' primary fire again n' again n' again ta stop tha commentary. In addition, yo' secondary fire will cycle you all up in all tha commentary nodes up in tha level. Please let me know what tha fuck you be thinkin afta you have had a cold-ass lil chizzle ta play. I can be reached at [email]gaben@valvesoftware.com[/email], n' mah straight-up class is tha Spy. Thanks, n' have fun!
Straight up G-A-B-E-N.
[I]Is Dogg willin ta prevent evil yo, but not able, biatch? Then he aint omnipotent.
Is he able yo, but not willing, biatch? Then he is malevolent.
Is his thugged-out lil' punk-ass both able n' willing, biatch? Then whence cometh evil, biatch?
Is he neither able nor willing, biatch? Then why call his ass Dogg?
[/I]
Beautiful.
[QUOTE=Angry pepper;45503955]Oh my god...
A late rating implies somebody wrote the same thing before, I can't see it myself.
Also...
[url]http://gizoogle.net/tranzizzle.php?search=https%3A%2F%2Fdeveloper.valvesoftware.com%2Fwiki%2FInfo_player_start&se=Go+Git+Dis+Shiznit[/url]
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[url]http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1412443&p=45502874&viewfull=1#post45502874[/url]
[QUOTE=Gunzers6;45504041][url]http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1412443&p=45502874&viewfull=1#post45502874[/url][/QUOTE]
Ah, didn't see that before, thanks.
I'll snippity-snip the post.
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