WTF is up with Terry Kath's Brain?

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A nice, full bodied Jamaican Rum

i bet she's jiggly

Boobie doobie dooooooooooooooo....

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Well, goddamn you half-Japanese girls, you do it to me every time!

I'd do it to her every time.

I mean... good quote.

I bet there's some good ideas in that there Qur'an.

Yup.

[Undercooked Sausage] ernest hemingway was always there for me
[Undercooked Sausage] but now ernest hemingway is dea
[Undercooked Sausage] d"

Write letterz and shit, yo.

hahaha...those are some cute pooches.

We had a Bassett when I was a kid. Swell dogs.

In college, my folks had a Bassett Hound named Kevin. He was a cool dog. Developed a taste for goose poop, but other than that he was a real good dog. Ranks high in the family pet hall of fame.

VA VA VOOM

Nice! Faster, Biggiecat, Kill! Kill! Y'all can have your cloying, half-Japanese expressions all day long...I dig chicks with Germ burns on their hands who failed their G.E.D. twice.

You rang?

You know how sometimes after your dog takes a shit he/she will run around in circles and look like they're the happiest little fucker to ever walk the face of the earth?

That's how I feel right now.

And your pants are around your ankles and you're sitting & scooting your bare ass around on the carpeting?!

Yes.

i love it when dogs do that. funny little fuckers.

You should have seen me running around in the library.

You would have wanted to scratch my belly.

I'll bite: what's the good news, Biggie? Why the elation? Why the butt scooting?

I took a really satisfying dump, so good that I felt high or something.

You told me you'd give your soul to the crowd
You run to the edge of the warzone
You're finding out that it's way too late
To be happy around your friends
You changed your head
And made your bed
Through time, circumstances and medicines
You lied a lot
Created a plot
To escort you safely away

My impression now
My impression now
Stand on the edge of the ledge
Jump off cause nobody cares

You told me you found a way to escape
Through silence and not a suggestion
To apply it all to everyday life
But it can't find the connection
The magic lens
You contacted friends
Who just never seem to be with you
Flying up on a paper cup
They land to s-sailing away

My impression now
My impression now
Stand on the edge of the ledge
Jump off cause nobody cares

My impression now
My impression now
Stand on the edge of the ledge
Jump off cause nobody cares

When I was 16 or so I was at someone's house and their Basset Hound came walking up to me. "Oh, aren't you cute? Let me pet you," I probably said. I reached down and stroked under its chin, as I figure most dogs enjoy this sort of thing. Then my hand was coated with the thickest, coldest, nastiest slime I've ever touched in my whole life. From that point on, those dogs were dead to me. It smelled funny too.

Our dog was scooting at lot in its last week or two before we had it put to sleep a week ago. He had sores all over his body, lots of stomach problems, and his anus was completely raw and torn. He was shitting blood like a motherfucker and the last time I ever took him out to take a dump, he walked back up on the backyard porch and started scooting. He left streaks all over the place, it was nasty. But he was such a good dog. My best friend. I'll never have another dog like him so I'm sort of wondering if I'll ever even bother with any more in the future.

I've felt like this about every dog my family has owned. Everyone of them has had something about it that made him or her feel like my best buddy and the bestest dog in the world.

I know exactly how you feel.

Dog passed a few years ago and I can't really bare the thought of getting another.

AHHHHH.....thats much better. thanx bigmama

Nah she's not doin it for me. She looks like that one girl who used to be on All That on Nickelodeon. The fat one. i don't remember her name.

I like this chick for the look. I'm getting into the whole Pin Up thing. She's got nice creamy boobies and looks very wholesome.

that's cute.

I’m rated r...this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, dj’s d-stroyed,
Cuz I came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin’, it’s quite frightenin’!
But don’t be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What’s that, lighten up! you see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
Music’s the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse now, when I’m done, ya gone!
Haven’t you ever heard of a mc-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I’m servin’ a
Death wish, so come on, step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
Friday the thirteenth, walking down elm street,
You come in my realm ya get beat!
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
Pumping lyrics of fury!

It’s a ....fearified freestyle!

Terror in the styles, never error-files,
Indeed I’m known-your exiled!
For those that oppose to be level or next to this...
I ain’t a devil and this ain’t the exorcist!
Worse than a nightmare, you don’t have to sleep a wink,
The pain’s a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
The r-a-k-i-m in your ear;
Then the beat is hysterical,
That makes eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
Soon the lyrical format is superior,
Faces of death remain,
Mc’s decaying, cuz they never stayed,
The scene of a crime every night at the show,
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It’s only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
A horn if want the style I posses,
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
For those that envy a mc it can be,
Hazardous to your health so be friendly,
A matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch,
Shake ’till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
If not, my soul’ll release!
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I’m glad you made it,
Cuz your about to see a disasterous sight,
A performance never again performed on a mic:
Lyrics of fury!

A fearified freestyle!

The r is in the house-too much tension!
Make sure the system’s loud when I mention
Phrases that’s fearsome...
You want to hear some sounds that not only pounds but please your eardrums;
I sit back and observe the whole scenery,
Then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me,
Strictly business I’m quickly in this mood,
And I don’t care if the whole crowd’s a witness!
I’m a tear you apart but I’m a spare you a heart,
Program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start,
Rhythm’s out of the radius, insane as the craziest
Musical madness mc ever made, see it’s
Now an emergency, open-heart surgery...
Open your mind, you will find every word’ll be
Furier than ever, I remain the furture,
Battle’s tempting...whatever suits ya!
For words the sentence, there’s no resemblance,
You think you’re ruffer, then suffer the consequences!
I’m never dying-terrifying results,
I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts,
Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation,
Novicane ease the pain it might save him,
If not, eric b.’s the judge, the crowd’s the jury...
How do I plead to homicide?
Lyrics of fury!

Biggie McSmalls 1,571

skinnyhipsrivers 1,567

Seriously, 59 posts for Biggie McSmalls today. WTF?

Slow day at work.

he's like butter

he's on a roll

These aren't "YEAH" type posts, either.