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To you fascist bastards in Casabalas California,
You should be ashamed of yourselves. You have forgotten the faces of your fathers.
How in this day and age people such as yourselves could have turned such a blind eye from
your american roots is beyond me. Margo Arnold is obviously a product of your communist
(ie progressive, left-wing, centrist) education system. Beyond your whorish Hollywood
society, I do not see how anyone can come up with such an idea as to tell anyone that they
cannot live their lives the way they see fit. Just because you do not approve, you have no
right to tell someone else what they can, or cannot do.
I so want to mention a religious argument concerning how only God has judgement
and man only should abide by love and compassion. But of course I will be ridiculed as
a religous fanatic. I assure you I am not. I just am appalled at your flaunt of power.
I grew up believing in the American Dream. You have just taken that dream and
dashed it into a million pieces. What would our fore-fathers think? What would the
writers of the constitution think of your obvious Nazi like stranglehold on the freedoms
of the citizens of your horrible little hamlet.
Wow, what is next? Will you start arresting people for not being polite? You have
take the ideas of 1984 and brought them into frution. You are the city that in 20 years
will be in the history books for begining the socialist downfall of America. I hope you
are proud of yourselves.
Not everyone believes that you are the protectors of the people. You are NOT the
ones we need to save us. Your arrogance will be rewarded with ridicule and poverty.
NO ONE will move to your slice of Communist Russia. You deserve everything you get and I
hope you smother in your own self loathing!
THis is a letter wanting a more free and open America, free from people who are
not afraid to be offended. Grow up and be an adult. TO Margo Arnold I say this, You
have done a terrible thing. I hope you live to see the error of your horrid mistake.
I hope you see what damage you have done to the greatest country ever to have grace the
face of the Earth!.
Craig McClellan mcc0431@cup.edu
Richeyvil
Your right to indulge your addiction ends where someone else’s right to not breathe toxic air begins. You’ve tried to dramatize and aggrandize something that should be merely a matter of common sense and basic decency. Would you want a factory that would produce lethal pollution to move in next door to you? You can fill your own house with all the ghastly fumes you want…that’s your right…but filling public air with said fumes is criminal.
My friends mom fucking sucks. Im asked to plan a bachlorette party. Got it set in stone and the cunt cancels the appointment I made and attempts to make the party her way. Fuck the bitch sometimes I just want to punch her lights out! Mothers just need to learn how to shut their fucking mouth and mind their own goddamn business! If they all shut their pie holes for one minute I think the world would actually expirience some fucking peace!
[Young Buck:]
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South, Yeahhh
[Chorus:]
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
[Young Buck:]
I’m Caddillac’n Through The Hood, Sittin’ On 24’s
T.V’s Playin, Rim’s Spinin, Blowin’ Plenty Dro
Don’t Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It’s All On You, If You Gon’ Trick, Or You Gon’ Get Yo’ Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad, I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya’ Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain’t Never Scared
Poppin’ Them Thangs, I’m Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon’ Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We ‘Bout 50 Strong, Please Don’t Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla’s, They Got They G-Unit’s On
All Of That Mean Muggin’ Really Don’t Mean Nuthing
C’mon Take It Outside, Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don’t Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck’d Down
Stop All This Hatin’ Or This Club Gon’ Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
[Chorus]
[The Game:]
G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton,
Lace Up My G-6’s, And I’m A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In,
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin’
Low Rider Out Front, I’m Trying To Get Into Somethin’
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im’a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn’t Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don’t Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain
Don’t Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I’m Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Ludacris:]
Muthafucka, I’m A Monster In This Game, Similar To The Lachness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted, Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth, Ain’t No Doubt When I’m Rappin’
If I Say It, I’ve Either Done It, Or It’s ‘Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26’s, People Dumb Out
If Life’s A Crap Game, I’m Rollin’ 7’s On The Come Out
These Rapper’s Think I’m Ig-nent, Love Sayin’ My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank, And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I’d Say I Made It, And It Sure Wasn’t Luck
Cuz Hustler’s Relate To Me, And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I’m Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don’t Act Right, I’m Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I’m Masterin This Program, Hazin’ These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin’ Be Easy, Quit Catchin’ Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand, And I’m Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin’ About You, Plus Your Beats Ain’t Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick
[Young Buck:]
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
January 12th, 2006 at 3:15 pm
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March 19th, 2006 at 2:50 am
To you fascist bastards in Casabalas California,
You should be ashamed of yourselves. You have forgotten the faces of your fathers.
How in this day and age people such as yourselves could have turned such a blind eye from
your american roots is beyond me. Margo Arnold is obviously a product of your communist
(ie progressive, left-wing, centrist) education system. Beyond your whorish Hollywood
society, I do not see how anyone can come up with such an idea as to tell anyone that they
cannot live their lives the way they see fit. Just because you do not approve, you have no
right to tell someone else what they can, or cannot do.
I so want to mention a religious argument concerning how only God has judgement
and man only should abide by love and compassion. But of course I will be ridiculed as
a religous fanatic. I assure you I am not. I just am appalled at your flaunt of power.
I grew up believing in the American Dream. You have just taken that dream and
dashed it into a million pieces. What would our fore-fathers think? What would the
writers of the constitution think of your obvious Nazi like stranglehold on the freedoms
of the citizens of your horrible little hamlet.
Wow, what is next? Will you start arresting people for not being polite? You have
take the ideas of 1984 and brought them into frution. You are the city that in 20 years
will be in the history books for begining the socialist downfall of America. I hope you
are proud of yourselves.
Not everyone believes that you are the protectors of the people. You are NOT the
ones we need to save us. Your arrogance will be rewarded with ridicule and poverty.
NO ONE will move to your slice of Communist Russia. You deserve everything you get and I
hope you smother in your own self loathing!
THis is a letter wanting a more free and open America, free from people who are
not afraid to be offended. Grow up and be an adult. TO Margo Arnold I say this, You
have done a terrible thing. I hope you live to see the error of your horrid mistake.
I hope you see what damage you have done to the greatest country ever to have grace the
face of the Earth!.
Craig McClellan
mcc0431@cup.edu
Richeyvil
July 13th, 2006 at 2:29 pm
Your right to indulge your addiction ends where someone else’s right to not breathe toxic air begins. You’ve tried to dramatize and aggrandize something that should be merely a matter of common sense and basic decency. Would you want a factory that would produce lethal pollution to move in next door to you? You can fill your own house with all the ghastly fumes you want…that’s your right…but filling public air with said fumes is criminal.
October 17th, 2006 at 4:12 pm
My friends mom fucking sucks. Im asked to plan a bachlorette party. Got it set in stone and the cunt cancels the appointment I made and attempts to make the party her way. Fuck the bitch sometimes I just want to punch her lights out! Mothers just need to learn how to shut their fucking mouth and mind their own goddamn business! If they all shut their pie holes for one minute I think the world would actually expirience some fucking peace!
December 19th, 2006 at 10:15 pm
PWNED YET AGAIN!!!
December 19th, 2006 at 10:15 pm
PWNED YET AGAIN!!!!
December 19th, 2006 at 10:16 pm
PWNED YET AGAIN!!!!!
December 19th, 2006 at 10:16 pm
AND AGAIN
December 19th, 2006 at 10:17 pm
[Young Buck:]
Uh Ohhhhh, Young Buck,
Dirty South, Yeahhh
[Chorus:]
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
[Young Buck:]
I’m Caddillac’n Through The Hood, Sittin’ On 24’s
T.V’s Playin, Rim’s Spinin, Blowin’ Plenty Dro
Don’t Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It’s All On You, If You Gon’ Trick, Or You Gon’ Get Yo’ Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad, I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya’ Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain’t Never Scared
Poppin’ Them Thangs, I’m Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon’ Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We ‘Bout 50 Strong, Please Don’t Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla’s, They Got They G-Unit’s On
All Of That Mean Muggin’ Really Don’t Mean Nuthing
C’mon Take It Outside, Lemme See Sumthin
Wha-Wha-Wha-What Now?
Don’t Get Bu-Bu-Bu-Buck’d Down
Stop All This Hatin’ Or This Club Gon’ Get Shu-Shut Down
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
[Chorus]
[The Game:]
G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton,
Lace Up My G-6’s, And I’m A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In,
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin’
Low Rider Out Front, I’m Trying To Get Into Somethin’
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im’a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn’t Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don’t Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain
Don’t Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I’m Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
Now, Stomp! G-G-G-G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Ludacris:]
Muthafucka, I’m A Monster In This Game, Similar To The Lachness
My Rhymes Is Nappy Rooted, Sum Verces Gotta Process
The Truth In This Booth, Ain’t No Doubt When I’m Rappin’
If I Say It, I’ve Either Done It, Or It’s ‘Bout To Happen
When I Pull Up In The Louis Truck On 26’s, People Dumb Out
If Life’s A Crap Game, I’m Rollin’ 7’s On The Come Out
These Rapper’s Think I’m Ig-nent, Love Sayin’ My Name
Cuz Maintainin My Fish Tank, And They House, Cost The Same
Ask Me, I’d Say I Made It, And It Sure Wasn’t Luck
Cuz Hustler’s Relate To Me, And Some Are Younger Than Buck
You See I’m Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don’t Act Right, I’m Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My Contracts Practice Abstinence
I’m Masterin This Program, Hazin’ These Undergraduates
So, Pimpin’ Be Easy, Quit Catchin’ Feelings
Cuz You Worth A Couple Hundred Grand, And I’m Worth Millions
Nobodys Thinkin’ About You, Plus Your Beats Ain’t Legit
So Please Stay Off The T.I.P. Of My Dick
[Young Buck:]
I Hear Him Talkin’, But He ‘Bout To Get That Ass Stomp
Watch, I Get The Club Crunk, Im’a Make ‘Em Stomp
We Ain’t Playin’ Wanna Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
Now Where You From? Who The Boss? Im’a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
December 19th, 2006 at 10:17 pm
You can;t stop me ken…you just can’t stop me…you can ban me but i’ll be back
December 19th, 2006 at 10:18 pm
no matter what with adifferent ip
December 19th, 2006 at 10:19 pm
then say even more random shit that you can’t stop
December 19th, 2006 at 10:19 pm
BOOM! HEADSHOT!