Damn, this Emcee Hammer ass nigga still wants to battle. Fuck, leave me alone dun!!
Aiyo, Check it:
I'm lyrically possessed from QUEENS to New Orleans/ equipped with violent verses that brutalizes this POLICE/ murderous words and verbal gunplay is what I spit/ rhymes straight from the dome, the dictionary's your kit/ who spittin' more lyrical fire iller than mine/ I'm the square root of 81 cause I carry two nines/ that'll lace ya external, leave ya soul hard to find/ this is reality not MACGUYVER, aint no pressin' rewind/ you just another challenger that is waistin' my time/ SO ANXIOUS for ya defeat, are you sure GINUWINE?/ they didn't warn you that the kid's a lyrical mind tackler/ kickin' REAL KNOWLEDGE that'll leave ya frontal lobes fractured/ I have a feelin' that those verses were towards someone else/ think you slick by quotin' "Best", it's a shame on yaself/ Quality huh? well ya lyrics are dyin' for some endurance/ With those bars I hope you have QUALITY death insurance/ disastrous is a perfect term to describe ya flow/ you more fake than the background on the Letterman show/ it's obvious you're on a mad hunt to capture my throne/ it's an impossible feat when you're lyrically ALONE/ go ahead and spill ya guts to the rest of the vets/ you purchased a CASPER so you can try and defeat THE BEST/ I'm a proffesional spitter, check out my emceein' degree/ if you had diabetes you still wouldn't be iller than me/ now nigga don't feel sorry cause I despise takin' pity/ you mad I spotted ya fraudalant ass out like fake titties/YOU SHITTY......"NEW COMER"!!
Hillis and Kazper nice battlin', keep that shyt up niggaz. "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"no forms of weakness I flow for vengeance"-AZ
― The Best, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Q lam feelin ya about J aslo being soft,but l think he's just got a weaknes for bitches.But when J went pop with his 2nd 3rd etc albums,niggaz critisized him,but he was man enough to keep doin his thing regardless.nas doesnt have that strength.he tried to go pop then when niggaz dissed him he went bac and changed his style.when nas came into this shit people branded him the next raakim.thats not what he wanted,he wanted to be a rich rapper even if it meant going pop or claimin.he even said on illmatic that he had dreams of husslin and pushin weight.when he started to live out his dreams niggaz dissed and he cowered.Thats why the roots said (when they were criticised for performin with J)fans need to drop that "high and mighty attitude".coz we all in this for the john doe.illmatic went platinum about the same time as stillmatic (his first and his latest).l am,which niggaz said was pop sold 470 000 in the first week.nas obviously never planned to return the illmatic nasty,it was the critisizm that made him do it.lam not sayin that its bad for nas to go bac to his illmatic roots.l am just sayin whats he gonna sing about in his next album (politics quickly gets boring).there might not be a jay-z beef to boost his sales.nigga has no vision.if he goes bac to singin popular music he's gonna look very confused,and nas doesnt want that...(he might get back on the bottle if he gets critisized).
lastly. HOT97 Interview: Nas:"l think you need to go out of the studio for a while and come back when you've got something to say,instead of just making party records...umm uh uh,l mean theres nothin wrong with party records,theyre good,theyre good party records....."
stupid fuck stop trippin over yourself.stop jumping to the defence before you even been accused.say what you feel and stand up for it."niggaz are going pop and thats bad." you gutless turd.
"--your heart pump project kool aid ya sweet---"J (the real big J)
― wizzard, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Hey little trash-per you aint ready to flow,the wizzard’s too strong y’know.
call yourself a rapper when you are phony as fools gold/you nothing but an actor you aint makin moves yo/mad coz l rime twice as well as you do/ask your punk assholic self who the hell your true to/you make me sick to the anus /feelin larger than Uranus/l met lame rappers before but bitch you be the lamest/Beggers aint choosers/punk,will you excuse us/it aint my fuckn fault you grew up to be a loser/my rimes and the Koran are like spiritual sisters/step aside pass the pen l scroll lyrical pictures/runnin thru the parkinlot sippin fuel from gas tankz/so l can spitfire and melt this niggas breast implants/if it rained knowledge you’d be as dry as a bone/turn into a crackhead trynna be as high as my throne/who plays the woman, is it you or is it Elton john/,heard you faggots on the phone sayin “..that felt ‘the bomb’….”/as long as kasper is around make sure your belt is on/that faggot maniac,dunno what kinda X he’s on/you wanna ‘shake that ass for Elton,go ahead l wont spoil it/but quit peepin at men pissin in public toilets/yeah tru l fucked some Indian and even white chicks/while kasper stay suckin on Elton John’s wrinkled white dick/how did your mom give birth to a retard for enquiry’s sake/had her ovaries passed their expiry date/was there a sale at the sperm bank,substandard shit/was she fucked by Brotherman from ‘Martin’ then he abandoned ship/upstairs fifth floor half a grand to hit/you’re a green light nigga lam still reading stop/that means lam red hot/youre……. Green with envy/run to your ghost writer sayin…please defend me/watchin the teletubbies and nigga’s steady jerkin/then he switched to shrek coz that’s nolonger working/GET ZIPPED UP IN PLASTIC YOU FAGGOT BASTARD.
Bitch………don’t make me do this again.
Now for something worth talking about other than this punk ass wizzard
Q, I havent been playing and i havent got past it and i forgot all about the bazooka. and those trunks at that part are tight, ima park one in my garage.
does anyone know if the RR VOL 3 is any good? does anyone know if there are any other tight CD's out? everything is all fucking pop these days my 31 cd collection is dying.
― Big J, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"kazper, we've established that you're dickless, so you couldn't have dicked my girl/but you might have performed cunningulus, the tongue lick and twirl//and shit, I ain't got no problem wit it, I like bi- sexuals/two tongues is better than one on H3K's testicles//callin you a roach is like callin you a bitch/or callin you "kazper," they can easily be switched//so yes, cowardly ROACH, I'm gon keep remindin you of ya species/and rippin you a new one, and leavin yo ass weak- kneed//and as far as repetition goes, I'm not the only one/how many times you gon use that line about a sensitive son?//better to be a sensitive son than an emotional daughter//a crybaby ass bitch, and that's only for starters/not to mention a soft-hearted bastard with no lyrical respect/you battlin the wrong man, and you about to get chin-checked//so everybody, daddy's little girl is over here gettin fucked/but kazper, you enjoyin the shit, and you swallowin all the nut//nasty muthafucka, compare yaself to Gargomel?/the only pussy Gargomel saw was his damn cat Asriel/and remember: Gargomel could never catch the Smurfs/so you compared yaself to a loser that had no chance since his birth//but I'm a winner, young soldier, like the Pats versus St. Louis/respected thread-wide, and my mic skills is proven//kazper, say a prayer to our G...O...D.../take my advice you need to S...T...O...P..."
Sigh. Niggaz stuck on stupid...
I'm out like a homerun hit by Barry Bonds. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Wednesday, 6 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Wednesday, 6 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I remember when we used to swing on the monkey bars? Remember that?" "Yeah, I remember. I was just tryin to be good at what I do." "Yeah, you also LOOKED good..." "What?" "You used to wear these tight lil red shorts that used to ride all up in yo ass. You still got them shorts?" "What the fuck my shorts got to do with anything?!"
Classic shit. All right, this for my nigga Big J since he like to quote Big E. HA! "Call the coroner! It's gonna be a lot of slow singin and some flower bringin if my burglar alarm starts ringin..." Where that from, yo?
I'm out like Tampy Bay with a coach. Peace!
Ignorance-the wackness of Wizzards post tryin' to rep Jay Z.
Face it dun, Jay "Over" is deceased, Ether has burned his soul. I am not going to argue with you because you are entitled to your opinion. I found out that tryin' to convince someone that Jay "Over" lost the battle to Nas is just like tryin' to convince a Pac fan that Biggie was better than him....IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!
Aiyo but check this out, I have a site where Nas's baby moms's Carmen rips Jay Z a new asshole....YEAH THAT'S RIGHT SHE DISSES THE SHYT OUT OF HIM!!!! This is the link: http:/digilander.iol.it/bsktgen/carmen.wma
One last thing, has anyone heard from Steveina(3:16)LMfuckingAO!! That "holiday" dun is on must be a British thing cause that's the longest "holiday" I've ever known of. Or did my verse "evict"(hint S. Police) his ass. Until next post...."Noooo, he's leaving!" "Who, who's leaving?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!! ~1~
"All men are created equal, some are just prettier"-Konceited, Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc. YO YO.....WHAT HILLIS?!!
― The Best, Wednesday, 6 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"no gay ass Sigmas" - The Best "Gay Phi Gay" - my nigga at UTC "Kappa Alpha Why?" - anonymous
Who does that leave? The best muthafuckas (no, not The Best, muthafuckas). You know who they are...
Another thing, back when we were beefin, I wanted to note one of Nas' collabos, but it was counterproductive cuz the dude was from the South AND Jay had done a collabo with him, too. But what you know about your boy Escobar doing a song with Master P-E-N-I-S? LOL. Ain't that some shit?
I'm out like Steph from this thread. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― j-dolo, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
[image]http://y100.cc/photogallery/jay-z/3.jpg[/image] FUCK GAY-Z!!!!!!!!!!!!
― LOX, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
[img]http://y100.cc/photogallery/jay-z/3.jpg[/img]
― Squirlplise, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― movenistic, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"what the fuck is up wit a name like movenistic?/you 100% pussy so I'm bout to get chauvinistic//you need to change ya name to somethin like ho-venistic/think you challengin the throne, you got this whole shit twisted//poor lil bitches, always come in here with high hopes/but them makin moves is like Snoop Dogg gettin off dope//highly unlikely, so call and ask ma for a hug/tell her call Hillis if she needin a thug//get her addicted like drugs, hit the pussy harder than gat slugs/then loosen her asshole up with a brand new pair of phat Lugz//understand what that does? it leaves you breathless/and ya girl over there can't control her wetness//better to be an internet thug than an internet sissy/movenistic, why in the world you think you can come in here and diss we?/we won't let you buy alcohol with that fake ID/we just gon whup that ass til you give up and cry, PEACE!/ask God Why Me? can't I take back my lyrics?/and go crawl in the arms of mommy dearest?/it's too late, movenistic, I got mama dazed and spellbound/and God lookin at you disgusted, so now you're hellbound..."
Why do muthafuckas fight losing battles? Niggaz stuck on stupid...
I'm out like DEEZ muthafuckin NUTZ!!! Peace!
http://y100.cc/photogallery/jay-z/3.jpg
I hoped it worked!
― Hollywood Jaimison, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Type: The URL goes here
Follow those directions and it should come out right.
― zebedee, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
done
― kazper, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"you're not Jay and I'm not Jada, so you can't give me half a bar/especially when all yo comebacks thus far are sub par//a couple of lines at Hillis will never get the job done/it's like Satan tryin to tempt God's only begotton Son//completely worthless! but you saved me for last cause I'm number one/the nigga in this thread that could put you in a deep slumber, son//how can you try to diss me but you steadily ridin this dick?/tellin me I got mo skills than them other niggas, don't you think I know this shit?//H-3-K began this online rap shit/what type of dildo you use, kazper? rubber or plastic?/you're my #1 fan, that's why you wonderin bout my family/plus, since you my #1 ho, it's all fam to me//pops gave me game, and mom's suppoted a young playa/and the rest of my fam spoke prophesy about this future pimp operator//who was heaven sent to stop the haters, and cease all cock blockin/professionalized in ho go gettin and boot knockin//but, wait, I digress, back to this fuckin houshold pest/"1-800-I-fuk-all?" that can't be your best!//back to the drawin board for you, eh kazper?/like The Best says, TOMATOES! did you get that, young bastard?//probably not, cuz I got ya mind goin helter-skelter/and I got you callin up the Battered Ho Shelter//let's take your proposed test, and I'll do it like Jesus...PERFECT/so rethink that stragey, cuzzin, and ask if it's worth it//no, it isn't, so just keep worshippin my throne/and then crawl back underground to yo rundown apartment buildin home..."
Yes, nigga, you are stuck on stupid! Damn!
I'm out like respect for the Bulls for tradin Elton Brand. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
For my nigga Nchekwube...
"NO! HE'S DIPPING!" "WHO? WHO'S DIPPING?" H3K, BASTARDS!"
Aiyo, check it:
This is internet spittin' it'll never reach personal/ lacking consistency, ya verses pleadin' for rehearsel/ the victory you wish to seek is more than illusive/ battlin' me? I'll leave you deceased like the white boys did to Yusef/ I'm a mixture of NAS and AZ, my styles pronounced THE FLYEST/ you're like every other PUSSY I faced, expect you are the dryest/ and magnums couldn't "bite" if they had thousands of teeth/ I'm too advanced in this MATRIX, you're a GLITCH I'm K. REAVES/ so sit back, relax, and peep out my lyrical "thes..../...is" a "suspect"ive coward whos defeat will be tragic/ either by my flows or his constant wack spittin' habit/ you're mad confused like wearin' sandles with socks/ and you left rings on my COCK from the lipstick you rock/ evidence from ya rhymes shows you been JOCKin' my style/ How dare you?! I'll slit ya windpipe into the shape of a smile/ that's correct, you're physically suit to say cheese/ but you aint joyous cause ya vertebrate's touchin' ya knees/ now that last verse you posted ya ghostwriter should have kept/ you're novice on this thread, I'm IN TOO DEEP like Omar Epps/ just face it "officer" you've been outdone by THIS MEMBER/ and after this final verse you will be DISMEMBERED!!/ there's no need for ya verses, you're fired, we're closed!!/ you furious cause I'm the lyrical prophet God chose/ who else can you blame for your discontinuation?/ tryin' to spit INTELLIGENT rhymes with HORRIBLE punctuation/ you're empty on CONTINUES and out of four leaf clovers/there's no PASSWORDS or CODES in this battle, GAME OVER!!.......NEW COMER!!
"Nooooo, he's leaving!" "Who, who's leaving?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!! ~1~
"I aint a killa, but don't push me/ revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy"-T. Shakur
― The Best, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― J_dolo, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
luv y'all
― wizzard, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Holla!
― Rob-bre, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― movenistic, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Squirlplise, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I sat down and asked myself do I want it with Rob?/ I'm positive I'll twist his dome like a door knob/ duke tries to flow ill like a flu in a stomach/ this is only my fourth bar and I've already won it/ I'll toss you from the throne, lock you away in my dungeon/ my reign never stops and I aint pausin' for nothin'/ you know you loved my verse coward ass nigga stop frontin'/ claim to be goin' easy but those rhymes were ya best/ I'm cockin' back Lacin' Lungs Leavin' niggaz breathless/ and the heat I'm releasin' can't be shielded by a vest/ I suggest/ you could be next to witness my lyricism flex/ got no dinero to ya name, but steady writin' the checks/ once again another novice tryin' to battle a vet/ typed my name twice in ya verse, nigga we haven't met/ you a dickridin' faggot like Funk Master Flex/ ya lyrics are herendous, and ya metaphors suck/ "like little kids knees" FUCKIN' PRICK GROW UP!!/ how dare you take a SHOT at my lyrical title?/ you can't stop me only hope to contain me like MICHAEL/ not Jackson, not Johnson, not Mann, but Jordan/ you're on blast, on stage, fucked up, CLOSED CURTAINS!!......."Robbie Williams ass nigga"
Aiyo, Wizard I was goin' to respond to you on the whole Nas and Black Thought issue, but as you can see I have another battle on my hands. A, but I'll get at you dun on that note. Hillis, you have another battle son...LMAO!! "Noooo,he's leaving!" "Who, who's leaving?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"Blood of a slave, heart of a king"-Nas
Get at me you queer. The best.....Who you trying to kid? I'ma turn this whole site against you. Time to pull up your skirt and expose you for the bitch that you are.
― Rob-Bre, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Ya rhymin' style reminds me of lettin' loose gas/ IT STINKS, while bein' released from a cellulited ass/ creative metaphors, clever punchlines, ill-tactics, you're outclassed/ I'm THE BEST, your simply Rob-Bre, you do the math/ you're verses contain nothin' but wack dialogue/ "son of BITCH", "punk BITCH", BITCH this, and "cornball"/ may I ask you son, what are you strivin' to commit?/ seems to me that you enjoy bein' 3 times the BITCH/ mentally fit?, not exactly ya mentally sick/ I pack ferocious flows leavin' you mentally whipped/ so why you have the name Robert when ya private's a clit?/ and the only thing that's GRINDIN' is ya grill with my fist/ you been doin' this for years, that's a personal sacrafice?/ I ripped ya torso from ya waist, and you still aint half as nice/ with illiterate spits typed, you're breakin' the laws/ you've been circumsised too far, thinkin' you still have the balls/ to actually battle me, you're left faded like a taper/ ya body's disentegrated, chemically changed into vapors/ change ya name to DMX cause this RYDE gone be RUFF/ surveyin' my verse cryin', screamin' out "THAT'S ENUFF!!"..........F-A-G-O-L-O- U-S ass nigga!!
And by the way "Rob-Breana" "HOLLA" went out in the early '90's. "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"never argue with fools, they will bring you to their level, and defeat you with ignorance"-Nas
― The Best, Sunday, 10 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Sunday, 10 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"movenistic and Rob-bre, why come and test we?/Me and Best been runnin this rap shit, along with 3:16//you two bogus niggas want the crown? ya battle spits are terrible/take them lyrics to the graveyard, them hoes is unrepairable//Rob gotta a fascination with little kids knees/who ya target, kids aged two or barely in they threes?//then we got ho-venistic using words too big for his britches/keep on readin the dictionary and realize ya thug appeal is fiction//Sir Mix A Lot ass niggas, still stuck on Mark Morrison/we Escalades up in here, you niggas is Ford Tauras, son//Best, watch how I pour it on, and blow they minds like C4/bring these lyrics to ya door, no beef no more//movenistic, if I'm Rocawear, then you must be Wal-Mart Wranglers/Rob-breena, ain't a garbage can fit to contain ya//wack ass lyrics or your miniscule clout/try to challenge the king next year, cuz you've officially lost this bout//put ya dick back in ya pants, and leave them lil kids knees alone/and help little slow- venistic read his thesarus at home..."
"Watch out! Before ya get bum rushed! At the... WILD WILD WEST!"
Kool Moe Dee ass niggas...
I'm out like these two Biz Markie wanna bes. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Sunday, 10 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Aiyo Hillis, mad verse dun, that's right smash on these Eddie Kane Jr. ass niggaz. These cowards wouldn't be tight if they repped a size 26 jeans. "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"YOU CAN HATE ME NOW.....BUT I WON'T STOP NOW"-Nas
― The Best, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
See dudes are taking this personal now. You can tell that they're getting heated over this shit. Hey Best, don't get your panties in a knot. If you so nice why do you need your man to hold you down? I guess your just used to dudes holding you down in all possible ways. Get at me.......
― Rob-bre, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― movenistic, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― wizzard, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
http://urgent.rug.ac.be/vinylators/audio/nas_hot97rootsdiss.mp3
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought1.rm
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought2.rm
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought3.rm
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought4.rm
Hill,.... i only typed a couple of lines, did that make you upset?/you use to getting a whole verse? i never meant to neglect/i didn't know you wanted that much attention from me/but from now on, i'll make sure i'll give you more b'fore i leave//i give props where props is due, DONT confuse that with ridin your dick/ i like AUTOMATIC pussy, got no love for a STICK/ so if i say i like a line from your Previous verse/learn to take a compliment nigga, b'fore ya arteries burst// cause i told ya bout them heart attack black folk's is havin now/slow ya temper, cool ya nerves nigga, "dont have a cow"/what kinda question is that? " what kinda dildo do i use?"/ bitch i use a Diamond Studded Plutonium Pecker,........ to leave ya ass battered and bruised.// ever been hit in bust cross ya mouth, with a chrome plated dick?/ pulled out ya mammy golden puss, and rubbed right cross ya lips?/ keep fucken roud' playa, im bound to make that shit happen/all because some nigga lied and said that you could make it out here rappin// bitchboy, i graded your test, you guessed almost all of them incorrectlly/you got your name and date right, but i graded that indirectly/so i figure that make you stuck, or stupid, i'll let you pick,/and while im rethinkin my strategy,you sit back and play with Robs dick......
done.................
― kazper, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
So you've developed enuff skill to come off last time?/ Incorrect, you still re-spittin' the same square ass rhymes/ How many times you gone conclude that my "shit is wack"?/ Aiyo a versatile vocabulary is what you lack/ You sound upset cause another vet had my back?/ Well I'm takin' all the blame for ya loss in this match/ your content represents a mere past of "he"/ who has just learned "his" prerequisted ABC's/ ya wordplay is so simplistic, so G is for GARBAGE/ this nigga's catchin' attitudes like Fernando Vargas/ speakin' of gimmicks take a long deep stare in the mirror/ realize ya WACKness on this thread couldn't be any clearer/ now you've made ya point known that ya name is Rob/ and it's not wise to battle you blah, blah, blah/ speakin' irrelevance, plain foul gibberish shit/ I don't care who you stand for or who you rep with/ you in the way of verbal heat, arrange plans to get hit/ rappin' stupidity spits fuckin' lyrical misfit/ check out my alias dumbass, how could you miss it?/ And "LAME" should be the last word to leave ya mouth/ it's a perfect term describin' what u all about/ now if I seen you on the "streets" I'll go pound for pound/ but you wouldn't box, instead you'll be jockin' my style/ When? Where? What? Who? and especially How/ does he rock his tims like that and his ice berg jeans?/ You're a nuisance I'm movin' on to bigger and better things....."F-A-G-O-L-O- U-S ass nigga" "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"If we battled on a U-Haul truck ya flows still wouldn't move me"-me
"If you put ya money where ya mouth is my cock would be a millionaire"-Chino XL
― The Best, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― kazper, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)