Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 27
Sign: Virgo
City: Las Cruces
State: New Mexico
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/19/2004
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October 27, 2009 - Tuesday
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Current mood:Experienced
Category: Writing and Poetry
ey yo check it, growing up was fun, despite the tribulations, living fast real young you learn to have some patience, used to bag hoes for a nut, sometimes for entertainment, sometimes it was for pussy, others i cant explain it, id make em lie, steal, fuck my friends, then kick em to the pavement, youd never know it now, but i was a vile evil monster, not like you wanna be players and pimp-posters, actin like you got the blood of sub zero, thinkin you got more hoes watchin you than heroes, like cormega said i suggest we make a test, put some hoes in front of us see who juices them the best, of course ferny tropicana reigns victorious, my track record, both shameful and glorious, shameful because ive grown past these games, glorious because your raining on my parade cant douse the flames, from my backdraft backhand pimpslap spank hams, fuck em, dig thru purse, next shake hands, pass it, repeat the procedure shits great man, but then you grow up, and you find thats all fake man, been there done that nothing new to me, how you act like your 16 knowing your 33? you did it backwards sonny, you supposed to follow the script, when your young, you dont take em serious, hit it and quit, then once thats out your system, you avoid being pathetic, you settle down, gain yo ground, the bullshit you dead it, you grow up early, avoid being surly when your older that way, cuz you did it all seen it all and lived another day, you dont have puppy love when your pubes aint fully grown in, you pipe some sluts and practice as told by Seth Rogen, in the flick about the 40 year old virgin, so next time your at "da club" thinking your the shit, look yourself in the mirror and realize you gotta quit, give your patron bottle your 2 weeks notice, tell you loser friends you gotta stay focused, let em now you aint peter pan, that shit is bogus, we all gotta grow up, do it before your buried where the floor is.....
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July 3, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  savage
ayo, these radio mutts barkin bout kibbles n bits, while I get cake from scribblin scripts, these mtv rappers are some dribblin chimps, braindead sheep that lack common sense, comatose or not, stop actin like a robot, using voice filters to replace ur voicebox, my 9 glock pops until the fuckin noise stops, then i say fuck the cops before the beat drops, then proceed to spit lethal like beat streets ramo, i push shit out daily like anal while djs spin the same ol same ol like Kano, Blanka, Sonic or the wheels on my sons Tonka, ya whole crew sweeter than the staff of Willy Wonka, hock a loogie at ya face then gangsta boogie out da place with grace, almost caught a case but this kings got an ace, attorney hope ya learnin you could never burn me, you strutted in the cypher now u leavin in a gurney...Cant fuck with the L.A.K.E. Lost Angels Killing Exceptionally
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November 29, 2007 - Thursday
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Current mood:  okay
NOAH
In the year 2005, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save two of every living thing along with a few good humans." He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have six months to build the Ark before I start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights".
Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard.... but no ark.
"Noah", He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah. "But things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision. Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead bstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I argued that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.
Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls. But no go! When I started gathering the animals, I got sued by an animal rights group. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. As well, they argued the accommodation was too restrictive and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.
Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood. I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew. Also, the trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark building experience. To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least ten years for me to finish this Ark."
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean, You're not going to destroy the world?".
"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it."
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September 5, 2006 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  determined
this is some shit i whipped up for my friends and family..... FEEL PRIVELEDGED IF YOU THINK THIS APPLIES TO YOU.......
Far away from home,
Evil thoughts plague my dome,
If only I had charged my cellular phone,
So I could call for help like I always do,
Got myself in a jam, so what else is new?
what you need to do is stand on your own two,
tell people youre a man and know its true,
I listened to moms, so I show and prove,
Do the best I can, whether I win or lose,
I thank God for my fam, friends and my girl,
They give me riches more precious than diamonds and pearls,
Though my pockets be empty, im on top of the world,
I dont swallow my pride, cuz I just might hurl,
Im lactose intolerant, I dont deal with cheesy cats,
I deal with Goodfellas that bang aluminum bats,
And manage to do more damage than firing gats,
I sound really ignorant, way below my IQ,
Camoflauged with fake ignorance I walk right thru,
Past initial doubts of my intentions being true,
Once you let your guard down, its curtains for you,
Cuz whoever doubts me is in for a surprise,
My success is imminent like gas prices rise,
Lots of well wishers with green in their eyes,
Cant walk in my shoes, they aint your size,
Theyve walked amongst angels, and kicked it with demons,
Walked on red carpets and ran on grey cement,
They got scuffs and dirt on em, hard times the reason,
Change is mandatory, like the climate and season,
When I get the opportunity, for sure imma seize it,
FamBam, I have you to thank, please believe it...
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May 5, 2006 - Friday
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Current mood:  pensive
just somethin i whipped together right quick.....
ey yo, the return of the lord got you gathered in one accord, praying for a blessing from my vocal cords, competition gets tore to the core like macintosh, acting soft will get my gats clappin off, and clappin on, ey yo its the clapper,rappers actin dapper ill write your final chapter, please believe it dont end happily ever after, ill even make a movie script, cast ur favorite actor, then ill break ur arms, tell ur fans i cast they favorite actor, muthafuckers goin deaf, cuz theres way too much laughter, ill sell you pipedreams, like your favorite pastor, jack of all trades, of all trades im a master, you cant compete like coke next to shasta, like jesus on the cross,too painful to hang with i, like icarus was told when he started to fly, dont get close to da son, or you gone fry, dont play me low or you get wet n you die, nigga got close to me, the heat made him wet, another dead victim with no pride or respect, all over some bullshit nobody expects, ya betta check yourself like cube n das efx.......
WORD UP........ KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR ME, IM EVERYWHERE............
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March 22, 2005 - Tuesday
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EY YO, SHOGUN REVEREND, KEEP IT REAL WITH MY BRETHREN, APPREHEND
SKILLED VETERANS STILL ATTACHED TO THEY REGIMEN, VERSATILE LYRICIST, YOULL
FIND NONE BETTER THAN, FERNY ELBOWZ AKA THE BENEVOLENT, LAKE AVENUES MY
HOME, AKA MY RESIDENCE, WHERE WE DONT PUFF ROACHES, WE BURNIN ELEPHANTS,
FEARLESS HYENA ROAMIN THE FLATLANDS, SCATTERED CARCASSES THAT DIED AT
OUR HANDS, ITS LIKE THE PRESIDENT WALKIN THRU 9-11 ACTIN LIKE THE SON
OF MAN, CARRYING OUT THE NWO'S PLANS FOR IRAN, IM JUST AS CUTTHROAT,
HANZO HATTORI ON THE TRACK, SHOGUNS AND ROSES, DA RONINS WITH THORNS ON
THEIR BACK.... Word em up......... =)
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February 8, 2005 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  hopeful
...IS A GLORIOUS DAY..... FERNY ELBOWZ REIGNS DOMINANT, HOORAH, HOORAH......... EY YO, U STAND AGAINST THE CHAMP, ONE MAN ARMY AGAINST UR CAMP, U CAN BET IMMA SHINE LIKE AN OIL LAMP, FLAME SIZZLIN, YOU CANT SAVE EVERYONE, THATS A GIVEN, CANT TURN BACK WHEN I HIT DA BLUE RIBBON, AINT NO WINNIN WHEN I START SINNIN, U ASSED OUT LIKE SOME LEATHER CHAPS,SAYIN SHOOK LIKE CRAPS IS AS TIRED AS GAT RAPS, BACKPACKS AND TRACKS FROM TALENTLESS HACKS THAT NEED TO PULL THE JACK, AND GET OUTTA THE MATRIX, REALITY, TIME FOR YOU TO FACE IT, QUIT RAPPIN ABOUT ROBOTS, QUIT RAPPIN ABOUT SPACESHIPS, OR GET UR FACE SPLIT WITH GRACE QUICK, KUNG FU FACELIFT FROM A POWER STRAIGHT FIST.......... YEAH, MORE BATTLE RAP LYRICS..... I THINK STARTING TOMORROW I WILL USE THEMES IN MY RAPS...... MEH WELL SEE.....
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January 26, 2005 - Wednesday
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Current mood:  relaxed
Werd....... my revolver's revenge revolves around a reverend, apprehend the upper hand by declaring war within, we cant have the company of weaker men, defend against their meager sins to protect our holy regimen, suspect everyone and everythin, accept nothin but excellence by those within my residence, respect the convalescensce of my elder friends, maturity beyond my temperance, elements of ignorance free of my reverance, expect competence beyond most common sense, tolerance of leakin evidence not among my preference, chastice foolishness the truth falsely implements......... meh, mostly a play on words...... too lazy to continue.....
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January 19, 2005 - Wednesday
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WITHOUT DOPE RHYMES TO ADMIRE.......... OK HERE WE GO........ EY YO, POLICE SURVEIL MY PRESENCE, BUT CANT PREVAIL AGAINST MY ESSENSE, NO MATTER HOW MANY JW COWARDS CALLS THEY GET, THEY COME THRU, POINT GUNS, FEAR FOR THEIR LIVES, KNOWING THEY LIKE WINNIE DA POOH STIRRING UP DA HIVE, WE REMAIN CALM, WHICH GETS EM MORE NERVOUS, CUZ THEY KNOW ONE FALSE MOVE AND THEY FAMILY IN SERVICE, OR MAYBE NOT, I DONT KNOW HOW THEYRE RELIGION WORKS, NIGGAZ SO ASS BACKWARDS,THEY WERE BORN IN A HEARSE, AND THEY DIE IN DA CRIB, EVERYTIME YOU SEE ME, LOOK AWAY IF YA WANNA LIVE, CUZ WE KNOW WHERE YA WORK, AND WE KNOW WHAT YOU DO, ONLY THING WE DONT KNOW IS WHY YOU AINT MOVED, OR AT LEAST CONFRONT DA KID, INSTEAD OF CRYING TO MY POPS OR LYING TO THE COPS, KEEP ACTIN PUSSY AND THAT HYMANS GETTIN POPPED LIKE CHERRY COKE, NEIGHBORS ALL THINK YOUR A JOKE, THEYLL ALL WILL SIDE WITH ME IF IM PROVOKED, IM A LAKE STREET VETERAN, CAPITOL LIKE A LETTERMAN, TAKE IT TO THE OCTAGON, SEE WHOS THE BETTERMAN, NIGGAS TALKIN KENPO, NIGGAS HANDS CANT EVEN REACH MY TEMPLES, BUD BUNDY, HAHA KARATE MASTA, IM TOO HIGH FOR YOU LIKE A DEDICATED RASTA.........
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January 15, 2005 - Saturday
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Current mood:  drained
REAL QUICK........ EY YO, FERN DA ELBOW THROWA WILL KILL A WHISTLEBLOWA, IM DA RAP EDWARD NIGMA AKA RIDDLEFLOWA, STREET OPERATIVE LASER DART THROWA, MORE OR LESS MORALESS, DA MORAL IS ORAL FIST, POUNDING YOUR CONFIDENCE, HURT YOU FROM L.A. TO PROVIDENCE, TRY SOME RECONNAISANCE AND IM ABUSING UR LACK OF COMMON SENSE.........
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