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[Notanda eytt] fyrir 16 árum

Svari eytt

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

ef þú ert með jafn mannlegan og skoskan skeggvöxt og alvöru Desmond, sure

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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[Notanda eytt] fyrir 16 árum

Svari eytt

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badsloppur fyrir 16 árum

NotOrdinary?

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

svo sannarlega

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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badsloppur fyrir 16 árum

Ugh, slæmt.

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Stoggr fyrir 16 árum

Út með batguy (NotOrdinary) og inn með SinSin !!

GO SINDRI AS STJÓRNANDI !

;*

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

haha, myndi aldrei nenna því =D

Bætt við 29. október 2008 - 11:55
thx tho bromosexual luv

;*;*;*

btw, glær pappír owna

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Stoggr fyrir 16 árum

Haha ég veit þú myndir aldrei nenna því

btw, glær pappír ownar

Ég veit það maðu

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

=D=D=D=D

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Stoggr fyrir 16 árum

Gaur gemmér sígó ='(

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

gaur, á ekki =C

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Stoggr fyrir 16 árum

Gaur, það á enginn sígó í dag, og ekki í gær heldur :C
Ég hata endann á mánuðum… það á enginn pening!
Gemmér samt sígó =O

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

ok, leymmér bara að telja flösku

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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Stoggr fyrir 16 árum

Hahaha ok teldu flöskur! :

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Gonzales fyrir 16 árum

Bromosexual! :O SNILLDARORÐ!!!!!!!!!

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Abacination/209678715731158

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Fatta ekki alveg hvaða vægi newfags hafa í því að Árni varð stjórnandi O_o

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

þú verður að skoða mynstrið

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Áttu við lífhring stjórnanda?

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

nei… gaur, samsærið sem hófst 1992

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Ég nenni ekki að leita að svörum á næstunni. Ég er bitur og pirraður…

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

ég líka, man

what we do in this life echoes in eternity

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Ég var samt ekki svona einu sinni. Einu sinni var ég töff gaur sko.

I am a banana!

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

ég líka sko. Frjáls og óháður

FUCK DA POLICE

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Mig langar í KFC :O

Felt a pang late one afternoon
I was fishin' off muir beach
With larry lalonde
Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich
And i started to chew
Pretty soon ler's yellin
Fish on. fish on

I was just a little pup
And it was derby day
Was dad and me and darrell
Out in san pablo bay
Taco flavored doritos
And my orange life vest
Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon
On twenty-pound test
Now he fought that fish for an hour
And a half
Darrell'd say “jump ya sons a bitch!”
And he grabbed for the gaff
When we got him in the boat
He measured six feet long
I was so danged impressed i had
To write a song called
Fish on

T'was a bright and sunny day
It was me and todd huth
Fishin' shark & stingray
Out of bohuas lagoon
Well hey, hey, hey i'll be screwed,
Blued and tatooed
Looks like i got me one of them fish on
Fish on.

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

need weed

1-People in Oakland…Oakland
Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five

(VERSE 1)
Player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint
Like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
never the less, I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone, beatin my chest like King Kong,
it's on, wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin the vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for free,
you hellar “dum-dum-dum-dum”
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks,
you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb
will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

1-I got five on it,
grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sack

(VERSE 2)
I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa (slang for hav-a-tampa cigars)
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell no, you betta bring your own spliff, chief
wassup, don't make me sip that,
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know how I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me
(repeat 1)

(VERSE 3)
(2)hey, make this right man,
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, i face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
but I'm no budget,
still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same ‘ole bucket
foggy windows, soggy Indo,
I’m in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
(1)been smoked,
yuk'll, the sprayer lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth)
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then eaz up,
speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da rolla
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo
(rpt 1)

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

I need a shot of whiskey, a cup of coffee and a fag.

Theres a double standard for the way we live
If theres nothing to have, well then theres nothing to save
Ill break a sweat and I dont regret
What youd kill to see brings out the God in me.

Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

The man of a thousand retirements
Will always be the one to tell you when to quit
I wont take stock in a withered man
Im reaching into you, Ill make you understand

Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

Yeah, Roy!

Yeah, Roy!

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

My soul for a goat.

My soul for a goatse.

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

O_o

o_O

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

My name is mud q_p

My name is mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie
Thats long for mud, so Ive been told

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

ég læt það rigna

[Fat Joe:]
Oww Scottie lets make it rain on these niggas

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah im in this business of terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I'm in this business of terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes

[Fat Joe:]
Cr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
U hear that Echo, man I seen the best go, cuz he ain't had that metal
Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher
U a busta a customer, I get u sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at ur reverend
I see u in NY, I'll send u an invite, U gon need u a pass that's the code that we live by.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah im in this business of terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I'm in this business of terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes

[Fat Joe:]
OWWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap Gotta Make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap

Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Change ur style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin(listenin), so I made him an anthem 2 make some dividends
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin that promethazine
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now yup yup we get it, no advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin' even when it's droughted

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah im in this business of terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I'm in this business of terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes

[Fat Joe:]
Owwwww mami's body is bangin, she got it man she does it all
She gets it poppin with no hands I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on em I'm layin' game 2 em
I'm gassin misses to tattoo my name on em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me,xactly test this crack and wanna ring on us [?]
And U Kno what it is, yo its them powder kids
And we kno how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah im in this business of terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I'm in this business of terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Ég spyr hvort grandskoðun sé guðlast q_p

Evangelist you claim God speaks through you
Your restless mouth full of lies gains popularity
You care not for the old that suffer
When empty pockets cry from hunger

Penniless from their generosity
Sharing their money to quench your greed
Searching for the answer to their prayers
The cry their last wish of need
Save me!

His spirit lives and breathes in me
The almighty transformed to your screen
The meanings lost in its translation
No holy words, describe his deception

You say youll help us find the lord
Tell me preacher how do you know
A simple quest for a visible savior
To lead us through our final prayer
Save me!

Send your donations
Contribute to the cause
Luxuries, your righteous reward?

Praise the lord, praise god
Is what you wish to sell
There is no heaven without a hell

In your minds eye could you truly believe
That by giving you can save your soul
Could you be so naive!
You heal the sick, raise the dead
You blind the congregation
With the things you say

Religious blackmail a deceit of trust
That death will come and all will be lost

Can you hear the serpents call
Look deep in those deceiving eyes
Ignore the writing on the wall
You should read between the lies

When doubt subsides his honesty
An inquiry, is it blasphemy?
Impure the soul thats made to suffer
No sermons left to hide or cover

An empty promise, lie unfulfilled
To steal a dream or get it killed
They claim your trip to heavens nearby
You may believe it, but satan wouldnt lie

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

á slíkum vetrardegi?

Paris
London
L.A.
Chicago
Tokyo
Bagdad
New York
Hear the Global Deejays
Moscow
Memphis
Cape Town
Dallas
Amsterdam
Boston
Berlin
San-Fran-cisco

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're goin' to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
In the street
If you come
In the street
If you come
In the street
If you come
In the street
If you come to San Francisco

do de de (repeat)

Music please

All the leafs are brown
All the leafs are brown
And the sky is gray
And the sky is gray
I've been for a walk
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day
On a winter's day
I'd be safe and warm
I'd be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
If I was in L.A.
California dreamin
California dreamin
On such a winter's day

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Já. Af því ég er emo.

Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.

Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.

A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying [in] terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line.

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

það er allt í lagi. Þú ert vinur minn ;)

As they all felt the fire
They turned me into an outsider
I never heard from them again
So ironic when you called for a favor today

It's always easy to judge
But takes a lot to be specific
'cause as you preach you're opening the door
To your egos past

There was a day when I could forget
I could forgive but those days are gone
I see them fade

Filth in every new day
Filth runs in every new day

I learned to mute the anger
I never thought I would be there again
A moment, a dead end
I lost myself in here

Filth in every new day
Filth runs in every new day

I ran as I saw the end
Should I've joined the fight instead?
Hope you're listening
'cause now times have changed

I take a look around
Say this moment's mine
Flee all the weak minds
Feel my missed hidden rage

Filth in every new day
Filth runs in every new day

Let me in, I’ll bury the pain

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lobsterman fyrir 16 árum

Ég elska Gísla Martein :D

Erotic sensations tingle my spine
A dead body lying next to mine
Smooth blue black lips
I start salivating as we kiss
Mine forever this sweet death
I cannot forget your soft breaths
Panting excitedly with my hands around your neck

Shades are drawn
No one can see
What I've done
What's become of me
Here I stand
Above all that's been true
How I love
How I love to kill you

Þetta var awesome

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SinSin fyrir 16 árum

Ég er menntaður fáviti með peninga á heilanum

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
I take a look of my life, and realise there's noting left.
'Cuz I've been brassin' and laughing so long that.
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone.
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a punk, you now that's unheard of.
You'd better watch how you're talking and were you walking .
Or you and your homie mith be lined in chalk.
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope.
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, FOOL.
I'm the kind of g that little homies wanna be.
Like on my knees in the night sayin prayers in the street light.

Bin spending most their lifes livin in a Gangster's Paradise.
Bin spending most their lifes livin in a Gangster's Paradise.
Keep spending most our lifes livin in a Gangster's Paradise.
Keep spending most our lifes livin in a Gangster's Paradise.

The Ghetto situation they got me facein'.
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street. (or strip)
So I gotta be down wit the hood team.
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams.
I'm a educated fool wit money on my mind.
Got my ten in my hand and the glim in my eye.
I'm a loped out gangster set trippin banger.
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, FOOL.
Death ain't notin but a heartbeat away.
I'm livin life do or die, what can I say.
I'm 23 now but will I live to see 24.
The way things is going I don't know.

Tell me why are we so blind to see.
That the one's we hurt are you and me.

(chorus)

Power and the money, money and the power.
Minute after minute, hour after hour.
Everybody's running but half of them ain't looking.
What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking.
They say I got to learn, but nobody's here to teach me.
If they can't understand, how can they reach me.
I guess they can't.
I guess they won't.
I guess they front.
That's why I know my life is out of luck, FOOL.