Xmas wish list
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AltarNation
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Haha. ICP.
Diabolical666
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Cmon...dont make baby jesus cry
Diabolical666
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thats hawt
butsack
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off the top of my head....
SENTINEL MEF - flood and drain bucket system.
CURRENT CULTURE UNDER CURRENT- rdwc bucket system.
APACHE TECH AT600 - LED replacement for 1000w?
12 disc ultrasonic fogger - fogponics!
BlueLabs GUARDIAN - ph/ec monitor, quality product.
Ductless Mini Split - hvac baby!
rubbermaid stamp card?
(give me some totes and a couple drill bits if you wanna keep me occupied and happy.)
*edit: Sharpies, i like sharpies too. (Maybe a razor knife) **lOOOLLL!! took a big rip of Jupiter OG a few minutes before this edit**
SENTINEL MEF - flood and drain bucket system.
CURRENT CULTURE UNDER CURRENT- rdwc bucket system.
APACHE TECH AT600 - LED replacement for 1000w?
12 disc ultrasonic fogger - fogponics!
BlueLabs GUARDIAN - ph/ec monitor, quality product.
Ductless Mini Split - hvac baby!
rubbermaid stamp card?
(give me some totes and a couple drill bits if you wanna keep me occupied and happy.)*edit: Sharpies, i like sharpies too. (Maybe a razor knife) **lOOOLLL!! took a big rip of Jupiter OG a few minutes before this edit**
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AltarNation
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ICP is a part of my past indirectly... i still have this one twiztid song burned into my head... I think it was the only song I really liked out of all the clown rap my friends were playing in those days...
Off the top my head:
Chillin at the studio--
...*ahem*
Chillin' at the studio--eighty five bucks an hour. So hurry up and loop a beat, Mike!
Come on!
I'm Violent J but my homies call me shithead. But that's my homies. To you I'm Violent J, bitch. I put my boys on the track even though the suck: "Yo Dawg. I'm Dave. And I don't give a fuck." I did a record deal. I signed the contract. Technically, for Island I can only rap.
But fuck that. With Twiztid, I'm'a still spit. Even though I got a cold, and I sound like *HONK!*
What the fuck was that? Fuck it. Leave it in. That shit is phat. I know you heard this beat eighty times, and I'm'a still freak. And if you'll notice: My shit don't even rhyme!
...
Look at that! I ain't even got a rap, and it's still phat. Our shit went gold. I got phat knots. And you're still flyerin' parkin' lots. You might say, my vocals are up too loud. So I'm'a turn 'em up LOUDER TO PISS YOU OFF...
...
Psychopathic records are geniuses. Get off our PENISES.
Yeah, here comes the chorus. But I ain't got no hook.
So instead I'll just fuck with the phone book.
-
"Hello?"
"Yeah, uhhh... Hairy Sacks please."
"Who's this?"
"Hairy, hey this is uh.. Slim Anus, down at the cannery. Uh, Dick Shooter gave us the bulletin...
Somethin' about, uh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. We got a casement of fudge. We need as many packers as we can get... duh.. uh, Sacks."
"Hello?"
...
My name is Jamie Madrox, and I got fat balls. I'm always urinatin' in the motel halls. I got a big head that never fits the hat, so you ain't ever seein' me wearing a damn thing green, bitch. I'm far from rich--I got a hoopdie--with a dent in the fender. And in the back too. I got a broken tail light, and I'll smash you, BITCH, GET OUT OF MY WAY. We got clown love. Mad props to the lyrical Tom Dove.
-
--It's the M-O, N-O... and I can't even spell the rest. It takes too long, and I need a fuckin' cigarette. I can't hear--my right ear's mad whack. So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass-kickin'. I slap hoes, and call 'em bitches to their face. And scream out "Fuck off bitch! Twiztid in the place!" So back up, recognize, and check us. Cuz simply, my dear, I don't give a FUCK.
...
"Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up son?"
"Hello?"
"Yeah, what's up son? I'm lookin' fo' this deal, you know'm sayin'? I got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles? I'm 'bout to kick this flow. Y'all ready fo this shit or what?"
"Who's this?"
"Word up, son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight from the hood. I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We comin' hard!"
--
My name's 2 Dope. And sometimes Shaggy. Sometimes Shags. And sometimes Greedy. I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill. Locked down on all five--fuck it. I do it still. Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot, and plant 'em in your mouth. Shake my hips like Elvis-I'm wigglin' my pelvis. Last kid that stepped, I applied a Camel Clutch, and stretched his back like a mother fucking bungie jump.
-
I'm Violent J, back to make you smile more. I let my nut sack drag on the tile floor.
I kick free styles, for miles. My gold comes in piles. I worked on Bell Isle. I... picked up deer shit. And now I spit raps. I'll... snap your neck... cuz my free styles... is fresh.
Quite clearly, an unmatched lyrically talented group.
*passes out*
Off the top my head:
Chillin at the studio--
...*ahem*
Chillin' at the studio--eighty five bucks an hour. So hurry up and loop a beat, Mike!
Come on!
I'm Violent J but my homies call me shithead. But that's my homies. To you I'm Violent J, bitch. I put my boys on the track even though the suck: "Yo Dawg. I'm Dave. And I don't give a fuck." I did a record deal. I signed the contract. Technically, for Island I can only rap.
But fuck that. With Twiztid, I'm'a still spit. Even though I got a cold, and I sound like *HONK!*
What the fuck was that? Fuck it. Leave it in. That shit is phat. I know you heard this beat eighty times, and I'm'a still freak. And if you'll notice: My shit don't even rhyme!
...
Look at that! I ain't even got a rap, and it's still phat. Our shit went gold. I got phat knots. And you're still flyerin' parkin' lots. You might say, my vocals are up too loud. So I'm'a turn 'em up LOUDER TO PISS YOU OFF...
...
Psychopathic records are geniuses. Get off our PENISES.
Yeah, here comes the chorus. But I ain't got no hook.
So instead I'll just fuck with the phone book.
-
"Hello?"
"Yeah, uhhh... Hairy Sacks please."
"Who's this?"
"Hairy, hey this is uh.. Slim Anus, down at the cannery. Uh, Dick Shooter gave us the bulletin...
Somethin' about, uh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage. We got a casement of fudge. We need as many packers as we can get... duh.. uh, Sacks."
"Hello?"
...
My name is Jamie Madrox, and I got fat balls. I'm always urinatin' in the motel halls. I got a big head that never fits the hat, so you ain't ever seein' me wearing a damn thing green, bitch. I'm far from rich--I got a hoopdie--with a dent in the fender. And in the back too. I got a broken tail light, and I'll smash you, BITCH, GET OUT OF MY WAY. We got clown love. Mad props to the lyrical Tom Dove.
-
--It's the M-O, N-O... and I can't even spell the rest. It takes too long, and I need a fuckin' cigarette. I can't hear--my right ear's mad whack. So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass-kickin'. I slap hoes, and call 'em bitches to their face. And scream out "Fuck off bitch! Twiztid in the place!" So back up, recognize, and check us. Cuz simply, my dear, I don't give a FUCK.
...
"Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up son?"
"Hello?"
"Yeah, what's up son? I'm lookin' fo' this deal, you know'm sayin'? I got raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles? I'm 'bout to kick this flow. Y'all ready fo this shit or what?"
"Who's this?"
"Word up, son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight from the hood. I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We comin' hard!"
--
My name's 2 Dope. And sometimes Shaggy. Sometimes Shags. And sometimes Greedy. I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill. Locked down on all five--fuck it. I do it still. Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot, and plant 'em in your mouth. Shake my hips like Elvis-I'm wigglin' my pelvis. Last kid that stepped, I applied a Camel Clutch, and stretched his back like a mother fucking bungie jump.
-
I'm Violent J, back to make you smile more. I let my nut sack drag on the tile floor.
I kick free styles, for miles. My gold comes in piles. I worked on Bell Isle. I... picked up deer shit. And now I spit raps. I'll... snap your neck... cuz my free styles... is fresh.
Quite clearly, an unmatched lyrically talented group.
*passes out*
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Milovan
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So your a gang member lol! Just joking!
FBI has classified ICP fans as a Gang and
treat them as such. True. One could look it up and
ICP is trying to get the FBI "Gang" classification
erased.
Funny I did get a couple ot Twiztid tix for 2
close friend girls a few years ago. Jugalettes.
.
.
FBI has classified ICP fans as a Gang and
treat them as such. True. One could look it up and
ICP is trying to get the FBI "Gang" classification
erased.
Funny I did get a couple ot Twiztid tix for 2
close friend girls a few years ago. Jugalettes.
.
.
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Diabolical666
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I thought it meant...
Diabolical666
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I think I want a white cat now so I can paint shit on him
Milovan
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Milovan
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Growan
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Oh shit no. Don't think I want THAT!
tytheguy111
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I want a steel punk slug mech mod
A doge RDA
A lifetine supply of kanthal and organic cotton
OH and any seeds I can get my hands on for next year
And for pinworm to come back so I can send him dick pics
A doge RDA
A lifetine supply of kanthal and organic cotton
OH and any seeds I can get my hands on for next year
And for pinworm to come back so I can send him dick pics
bu$hleaguer
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I'd like to take a photo of someone with my balls laying on their eye sockets. And no schlong. I'd pull it out of the pic. Just my wrinkled nutsack.
tytheguy111
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