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 Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:33 am
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:34 am
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:35 am
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
[repeat to fade]
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:35 am
Quote: Based on all of these results a succinct conclusion can be drawn from this data; I like pie. Though I assume Ian is a cake man. And Tom, being from English stock, loves crumpets and scones. Now the main question needing answering is whether Locke, our esteemed professor, likes any of the above, all of them, or none of them at all. Perhaps he is a croissant or bagel man, maybe even preferring éclairs. Or if we dare to presume, he is a fan of a good hot fudge sundae. Damn. I’ve made myself hungry. (I also hope that Tom won’t kill me for the scone bit but I think Ian is mildly amused with the whole thing. Oh well, I thought it was fun.) Because everyone wants to see what happens in lab when I'm bored as all hell.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:36 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:41 am
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that s**t almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly b***h
They would respect the c**k whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple s**t to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man
Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (And kept it!)
Now I'm too ******** up to dance
So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:42 am
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:42 am
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, ******** in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, ******** ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:43 am
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the plot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:43 am
I missed page 9900? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:51 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:52 am
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:53 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 12:00 pm
Apparently it's either "post awesome hip hop lyrics or spam the same three words over and over" hour here.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 12:00 pm
Holy s**t, we're closing in on 10,000.
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