Frauenarzt - Misch die Bar auf
Frauenarzt Sady K Aci Krank Reckless - Misch die Bar auf Fetter Track :D Vom Album "König des Bass" von DJ Reckless
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CRAZY FAT WOMAN AMERICAN IDOL FREAKOUT EXTENDED 2010 RWJ =3
That fat redneck from RWJ's vid. Ill put up a transcript later.
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[50 cent] I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, Im a psycho, a sicko, Im crazy I see I got knife pulled, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me Ill come back bigger, stronger and angry Look look, Ive come from a different crew You f-ck with me, Ill get to you A clip or two will cripple you cause I aint got sh-t to do Pistol poppin, a p-ssy drop Drama never ever stop Eenie meenie miney moe Now try pow a 44 Pick a strap to take the mag The hawk ill stab it in your back Ill blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, Ill make a mess The holla tipsll hit ya chest you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you f-cked when You get on a strecther cause Ill come in ICU To see you off to heaven The system out I done been through Theres nothing new to me They locked me up they left me out You seen this in the movies Criminals be criminals while they up in corrections they come and get a nine and commit crime to perfection Its murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic But they cant find a fingerprint the sh-ts going terrific Hes so close to your target that its really hard to miss it [Chorus] [Eminem] Man these are average raps Im keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady aftermath lid You pop off the top its like opening vats of acid Beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid Attack a snatch ya theres something to jack a batch in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins dead fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com Its past your curfew when its dark Im searchin for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month They found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace No DNA no not a drop Cause me and dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops Grab the butcher knife from off the counter top [Chorus] [Eminem] Yeah, Im as ill as can be my appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me, killing so villainously, still as maniacal on the NyQuil going psycho its michael myers, you know what were like on the muthaf-cking mic, so try us and your gonna find out, what the f-ck were like with pliers, [50 cent] its operation time to gut em hooked up to wires, squeeze em, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead, he must not know but now he now how Shady Aftermath is, even murderous tactics get better with practice, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn, truly ours Juliard, you better learn learn, [Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn, Im debating, mutilating the lady, youve been waiting for shady and fif, aint no duplicating it baby, theres a baby in the drier, theres a torso in the washer, I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her, arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her, her head is in the disposal with Jessicas I squashed her, and put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub, [50 Cent] When Im through with Ricky itll will be blood thatll cough up a hard rock soft f-ck (?) get caught up and get washed up, in Detroit or Northfolk, when its disrupt and nauseas, look deep in my eye and see many many many men die, I swing gemstars faster than samurai, [Chorus] [End]
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Pussycat Dolls - When I grow up LYRICS
cmnts either on here or www.bebo.com/officialdiamondsof kfnxbai; x
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Baby Bash - Outta Control feat. Pitbull - Official Video
Outta Control ft. Pitbull - Baby Bash. Available now at iTunes and Amazon MP3! (c) 2009 J Records a unit of SONY MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT
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GTA IV - Stunt Montage 3 More stunt montage by Carbo Productions. Including some weird glitch at the end of the vid.
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I absolutely DO NOT OWN The Dark Knight or DMX's song "Party up." However, I found them both to be wonderful entertainment and together possibly one of the best Joker music video ideas? LOL. Enjoy!
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[DMX] Uhh, yeah Another one of those - this is for my nigga Q - down to earth joints Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg [Chorus] They don't knooow, who we beee They don't knooow, who we beee [DMX over Chorus] That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it! This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby They still ain't ready... [DMX] What they don't know is! The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?) The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!) The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs (uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!) The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!) The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!) Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!) The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!) The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!) The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!) The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!) The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!) The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!) The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!) [Chorus 2X] [DMX] What we seeing is! The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh) The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh) The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!) The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!) The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!) The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh) The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!) The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!) The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!) The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not (uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!) The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you (damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer [Chorus 2X] [DMX] This here is all about! My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh) Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did (uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh) My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh) My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!) Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!) The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!) The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's (damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge (aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me (what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh) The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight? [Chorus 4X] [DMX over Chorus] Man listen These motherfuckers don't know, who we are! They don't know They couldn't possibly fuckin know dawg That's from the heart
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Video recorded from the Civic. Fletch tries his EG6 B16 1.6 VTi against the same Toyota Starlet Turbo that I later raced.
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