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JUNKYARD 2 the stuggle continues
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KittyCageKiller
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ummmmmmmm.....clean up the streets one gram at a time...what do you do to help the war on drugs?
"The Kids"
[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
And everyone should get along..
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His name is Mr. Shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don't throw that (SHUT UP!)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (HE'S GOT AIDS!)
Good luck Mr. Shady
[Eminem]
Hi there little boys and girls (FUCK YOU!)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?)
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
and he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot
but his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock
when it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks (AHH!)
And even if they escaped and they got the cops
the ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
'til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
when she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off
But Bob wouldn't knock it off cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him to Dre's to get Bob a "Dr."
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
and dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander
they never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that's the story of Bob and his marijuana,
and what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any - it's bad for you
[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]
See children, drugs are bahhhd (c'mon)
and if you don't believe me, ask ya dahhhd (ask him man)
and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (that's right)
So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin else to say (sing along)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?
[Eminem]
My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?
FUCK NO you ain't seen it, it's the size of a peanut (Huh?)
Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels?
Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world
If someone ever offers it to you, don't do it
Kids two hits'll probably drain all your spinal fluid
and spinal fluid is final, you won't get it back
So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
and decides to try five, when he's bribed by five guys
and peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it
Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive
and his eyes roll back in his skull {*blblblblblb*}
His back starts tah - look like the McDonald's Arches
He's on Donald's carpet, layin horizontal barfin {*BLEH*}
And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him
"Hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him!"
cause they took it too, so they think it's funny
So they're laughing at basically nothing except maybe wasting his money
Meanwhile, Zach's in a coma, the action is over
and his back and his shoulders hunched up like he's practicin yoga
And that's the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac
So don't even feed that to squirrels class, cause it's bad for you
[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]
See children, drugs are bahhhd (that's right)
and if you don't believe me, ask ya dahhhd (that's right)
and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (you can)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (smoke crack)
So you don't act like everyone else does (that's right)
And there's really nothin else to say (but umm)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?
[Eminem]
And last but not least, one of the most humungous
problems among young people today, is fungus
It grows from cow manure, they pick it out, wipe it off,
bag it up, and you put it right in your mouth and chew it
Yum yum! Then you start to see some dumb stuff
And everything slows down when you eat some of 'em..
And sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady what's a G-string?) It's yarn Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em (Huh?)
And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms
Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus
Ya tongue gets, all swoll up like a cow's tongue (How come?)
cause it comes from a cow's dung (Gross!!)
See drugs are bad, it's a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that's all that I'm good at (Oh!)
But don't be me, cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee
and get a disguise and hide, cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't,
cause I'm bad for you
[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]
See children, drugs are bahhhd (uh-huh)
and if you don't believe me, ask ya dahhhd (put that down)
and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (you can ask)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (and she will)
So kids say no to drugs (say no)
So you don't act like everyone else does (like I do)
And there's really nothin else to say (that's right)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?
[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
Come on children, clap along (SHUT UP!)
Sing along children (Suck my motherfuckin dick!)
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me!)
So don't do drugs (Suck my motherfuckin penis!)
so there'll be more for me (Hippie! God damnit!)
(Mushrooms killed Kenny! *fart* Ewww, ahhh!)
(So, fucked up, right now..)
"The Kids"
[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
And everyone should get along..
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His name is Mr. Shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don't throw that (SHUT UP!)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (HE'S GOT AIDS!)
Good luck Mr. Shady
[Eminem]
Hi there little boys and girls (FUCK YOU!)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?)
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
and he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot
but his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock
when it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks (AHH!)
And even if they escaped and they got the cops
the ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
'til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
when she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off
But Bob wouldn't knock it off cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him to Dre's to get Bob a "Dr."
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
and dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander
they never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that's the story of Bob and his marijuana,
and what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any - it's bad for you
[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]
See children, drugs are bahhhd (c'mon)
and if you don't believe me, ask ya dahhhd (ask him man)
and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (that's right)
So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin else to say (sing along)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?
[Eminem]
My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?
FUCK NO you ain't seen it, it's the size of a peanut (Huh?)
Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels?
Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world
If someone ever offers it to you, don't do it
Kids two hits'll probably drain all your spinal fluid
and spinal fluid is final, you won't get it back
So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
and decides to try five, when he's bribed by five guys
and peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it
Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive
and his eyes roll back in his skull {*blblblblblb*}
His back starts tah - look like the McDonald's Arches
He's on Donald's carpet, layin horizontal barfin {*BLEH*}
And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him
"Hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him!"
cause they took it too, so they think it's funny
So they're laughing at basically nothing except maybe wasting his money
Meanwhile, Zach's in a coma, the action is over
and his back and his shoulders hunched up like he's practicin yoga
And that's the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac
So don't even feed that to squirrels class, cause it's bad for you
[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]
See children, drugs are bahhhd (that's right)
and if you don't believe me, ask ya dahhhd (that's right)
and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (you can)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (smoke crack)
So you don't act like everyone else does (that's right)
And there's really nothin else to say (but umm)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?
[Eminem]
And last but not least, one of the most humungous
problems among young people today, is fungus
It grows from cow manure, they pick it out, wipe it off,
bag it up, and you put it right in your mouth and chew it
Yum yum! Then you start to see some dumb stuff
And everything slows down when you eat some of 'em..
And sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady what's a G-string?) It's yarn Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em (Huh?)
And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms
Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus
Ya tongue gets, all swoll up like a cow's tongue (How come?)
cause it comes from a cow's dung (Gross!!)
See drugs are bad, it's a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that's all that I'm good at (Oh!)
But don't be me, cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee
and get a disguise and hide, cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't,
cause I'm bad for you
[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]
See children, drugs are bahhhd (uh-huh)
and if you don't believe me, ask ya dahhhd (put that down)
and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (you can ask)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (and she will)
So kids say no to drugs (say no)
So you don't act like everyone else does (like I do)
And there's really nothin else to say (that's right)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?
[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
Come on children, clap along (SHUT UP!)
Sing along children (Suck my motherfuckin dick!)
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me!)
So don't do drugs (Suck my motherfuckin penis!)
so there'll be more for me (Hippie! God damnit!)
(Mushrooms killed Kenny! *fart* Ewww, ahhh!)
(So, fucked up, right now..)
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Land of The gun
[to all my people out there....lock and load]
"This is the place where cops'll rush in the building,
para-military death squads murder your children,
empty shell of a man, licking shots in the air,
soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares,
prepare for the future, and make note of the past,
or be condemned to live it again and get blast,
class warfare, kept out of the news,
replaced by corporations' political views,
cause this where the guns, are manufactured and sold,
the land of the stolen, stripped of all of its gold,
old-timers on their deathbed speaking of wisdom,
immigrants crucified by conservative christians,
and we all got freedom to die on the street,
but the difference is, more of us die in a week,
than they die in a year,
I made it clear where I stand, where the line is drawn,
but now the line is gone, and nigga anything goes,
the land where guns don't let anything grow,
and what the fuck you niggas know about living in hell,
you not built like me, you never lived in a cell,
you never gambled with your soul,
fuck the ice in your hand, gun in your palm,
but you got a nigga's life in your hand,
young man, just remember that slice and a gram,
is a bloody game, like throwing mice in a fan,
my words flow, like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crecsent moon, with the star in the middle,
I reveal the death of history's scars when I scribble,
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charge you a little,
the martyr is cripple,
the prophets are dead and buried but the message is simple,
and its not written down in holy books as a riddle, now we runnin' throught the streets,
starvin' on that guerilla warfare,
my people stuck in a guerilla warfare,
innocent children screaming in tears,
you act like the army ain't brought hell here,
military industry having a swell year,
swinging the gat, relying in heaven,
living off a blank check after 9/11,
but I'ma have the truth brought back to the source,
fight for my land with physical force,
speak through music, and subliminal cause
I need a tec and a clip,
fuck a J a Porsche,
land of the gun,
land of the gun,
land of the gun,
land of the gun, "
[to all my people out there....lock and load]
"This is the place where cops'll rush in the building,
para-military death squads murder your children,
empty shell of a man, licking shots in the air,
soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares,
prepare for the future, and make note of the past,
or be condemned to live it again and get blast,
class warfare, kept out of the news,
replaced by corporations' political views,
cause this where the guns, are manufactured and sold,
the land of the stolen, stripped of all of its gold,
old-timers on their deathbed speaking of wisdom,
immigrants crucified by conservative christians,
and we all got freedom to die on the street,
but the difference is, more of us die in a week,
than they die in a year,
I made it clear where I stand, where the line is drawn,
but now the line is gone, and nigga anything goes,
the land where guns don't let anything grow,
and what the fuck you niggas know about living in hell,
you not built like me, you never lived in a cell,
you never gambled with your soul,
fuck the ice in your hand, gun in your palm,
but you got a nigga's life in your hand,
young man, just remember that slice and a gram,
is a bloody game, like throwing mice in a fan,
my words flow, like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crecsent moon, with the star in the middle,
I reveal the death of history's scars when I scribble,
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charge you a little,
the martyr is cripple,
the prophets are dead and buried but the message is simple,
and its not written down in holy books as a riddle, now we runnin' throught the streets,
starvin' on that guerilla warfare,
my people stuck in a guerilla warfare,
innocent children screaming in tears,
you act like the army ain't brought hell here,
military industry having a swell year,
swinging the gat, relying in heaven,
living off a blank check after 9/11,
but I'ma have the truth brought back to the source,
fight for my land with physical force,
speak through music, and subliminal cause
I need a tec and a clip,
fuck a J a Porsche,
land of the gun,
land of the gun,
land of the gun,
land of the gun, "
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Guest
damn, someone pm me before 'the struggles' gangster rap hour' so i can research some lyrics. and ive been sitting here jamming out to the dead. i need to get more street hard, can anybody teach me? i know you do some ride-or-die'ing lime! 
LIMELIGHT
Member
h-ton skinhead ass whoopins a good start, i ride, i ride=) the couch nowadays=)High&Lonesome said:damn, someone pm me before 'the struggles' gangster rap hour' so i can research some lyrics. and ive been sitting here jamming out to the dead. i need to get more street hard, can anybody teach me? i know you do some ride-or-die'ing lime!
heres a classy classic......
We gonna break this down and roll a blunt
YEAH
( Verse 1 )
Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail
Destined to fail
But I done came to far to turn back
Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and subtract
And I never went back
To that lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through before they thirty
I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker
In one ear and out the other
I got a brother named bubba
Different daddy same mother
Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My told me son it's time to settle down
Momma your baby's a player and I get around
I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed
The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed
( Chorus )
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every time
Somebody tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands doing fine
Counting money sipping some champaign
( Verse 2 )
Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention
I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets
I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet
I'm money minded, saw my people progress
Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain
I know them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate
We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate
( Chorus ) Repeat 1
( Verse 3 )
Whooo
I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed
Filled with strap kneel
Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every jackhead club
Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker
But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned
I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk
you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that
I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to overcome
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 shell cut me in half
Yeah, then you woke up you hater
Why don't you do something with your life
Get money boy, get up off yo ass
Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own
That's what the hell you need to do
Bring the hook back boy
( Chorus )
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for everytime
One of y'all tried to insult my game
I would just...
real nigga's dont die
I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face
So me and my ace we got a taste
Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said nigga start running
So tell me what's the next episode
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me
I thought run nigga run but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
i get hit hard real but still muthafuker said
I want another black muthafuker dead
Niggaz ain't good for s**t for me
'Cause this is a race fo second class
So get your ass up against the wall b***h
And then he tried
They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
Fuking wit Dre, you can't afford to be an asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them
Punk can't fuk wit me
Real muthafuking G (Got that)
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Telling you why real niggaz don't die
mj
I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face
So me and my ace we got a taste
Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said nigga start running
So tell me what's the next episode
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me
I thought run nigga run but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
i get hit hard real but still muthafuker said
I want another black muthafuker dead
Niggaz ain't good for s**t for me
'Cause this is a race fo second class
So get your ass up against the wall b***h
And then he tried
They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
Fuking wit Dre, you can't afford to be an asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them
Punk can't fuk wit me
Real muthafuking G (Got that)
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Telling you why real niggaz don't die
mj
SPEAK OF THE DEVILL>...... blunt is bein rolled as we speak.
what artist is that LL?
what artist is that LL?
LIMELIGHT
Member
you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that
I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that
bartender thats Haystak
heres a little limelight rhymin tight.
2 swishers for breakfast, and on to the bubble,
master of bation and scholar of trouble,
i think the devil made me do it,
but the second time was all me,
i got paid for waitin,
paper chasin
and putting bulk on fat green trees.
a nigga nigga what? i gives a fuck,
so pack a lunch, and buckle up,
because the lean is rough it will take you down,
while youre livin fake in a hoody downtown.
i got eyes in the back of my nose,
and i can smell the funk of deadly foes,
coming from behind with woes,
and tricked out gram munchin ho's.
whos the assatol bitch behind the scenes?
who wears tassled leather jackets and tight jeans,
is it that cunt that shuffles the bullshit beans?
or the nigger in bloodsport, used for Dammes punchin hole,
buy a Rez p1 and search for gold.
cuz this fuckin site is bought and sold.
sincerely, limelight
I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that
bartender thats Haystak
heres a little limelight rhymin tight.
2 swishers for breakfast, and on to the bubble,
master of bation and scholar of trouble,
i think the devil made me do it,
but the second time was all me,
i got paid for waitin,
paper chasin
and putting bulk on fat green trees.
a nigga nigga what? i gives a fuck,
so pack a lunch, and buckle up,
because the lean is rough it will take you down,
while youre livin fake in a hoody downtown.
i got eyes in the back of my nose,
and i can smell the funk of deadly foes,
coming from behind with woes,
and tricked out gram munchin ho's.
whos the assatol bitch behind the scenes?
who wears tassled leather jackets and tight jeans,
is it that cunt that shuffles the bullshit beans?
or the nigger in bloodsport, used for Dammes punchin hole,
buy a Rez p1 and search for gold.
cuz this fuckin site is bought and sold.
sincerely, limelight
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Guest
just picture me as michael bolton from office space, blasting the gangsta rap while i spit the lyrics until a real black person walks by and i have to roll up the window and turn down the tunes, lol. they call me snowflake on the street.
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KittyCageKiller
Member
Tears....RIP Bunny b...I'm glad my angels showed cause I just dont have the heart for this shit anymore...Vacation and reflection on the things that matter...See ya on the darkside of the moon...
weaksauce, smokin one for the lil guy
Propa-Gator
Member
G
Guest
Poor baby.....
G
Guest
Damn, this one hurts even more KCK, whats meant to be is meant to be. Ashes to ashes 
guerilla
guerilla
Propa-Gator
Member
Question about the Greenfuse bloom stimulator solution. Directions say for foliar use: once every 5-7 days and avoid spraying on flowers. Is that how you use it? Should I attempt to just spray leaves (esp. undersides), and avoid the flower clusters?
Propa-Gator
Member
Thanks for clearin that up. No foliar in veg either?
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