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WEDNESDAY, MAY 12
Find Your Love (Remix)
I'm more than just an option
Hey, Hey, Hey
refuse to be forgotten
Hey, Hey, Hey
I took a chance with my buddy
Hey, Hey, Hey
And I feel it took her over
I better find some trizzy
I better find some buns
I better find some trizzy
I better find some buns
I better find some trizzy
I better find some buns
I bet if I get all of the trim
I would smash & tear it apart
Pipe-ings' more than just a number
Hey, Hey, Hey
The punani I'll be theivin'
Hey, Hey Hey
so every single evening
Hey, Hey, Hey
I be the one that you remember
and I better find some vajayjay
I better find some skins
I better find some vajayjay
I better find some skins
I better find some vajayjay
I better find some skins
I bet if I get all of the bagels
I would churn da butter and tear it apart
Coochys more than just a mission
Hey, Hey, Hey
you hear but you don't listen
Hey, Hey, Hey
You better pay attention
Hey, Hey, Hey
and get this thing that you've been missing
I better find some chocha
I better find some box
I better find some chocha
I better find some box
I better find some chocha
I better find some box
I bet if I get all of the vah-gin
I would dirty sanchez & tear it apart
Too many times my stroke has been strong
I guess my schlong is too damn long
I'm done waiting, there's nothing left to do
but give all this manmeat to you and
I better find some trizzy
I better find some pums
I better find some trizzy
I bet if I give all of this buddy,
then nothing gonna tear us apart.
I bet if I give all of this buddy,
then nothing gonna tear us apart.
at 23:23 0 comments
Labels: NSSG, Rappers
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 18
5 Differences b/w NYers & St. Louisians
5. When its cold in NY, its freezing in
St. Louis
.
4. When its hot in NY, its blazing in St. Louis.
3. NY is the city that never sleeps and St. Louis closes promptly at 6pm.
-wtf is that about?
2. The only arch we have are the golden ones.
1. In NY Nelly songs don't play every 5mins on the radio.
-Seriously, this cat hasn't had a hit in how many yrs? Give it up.
at 11:00 0 comments
Labels: 5 Differences, Rappers
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4
Burning Up
Journal, haphazardly recommends protecting yourself out there. No I'm not talking
smoke detectors and fire insurance. I'm talking about STD insurance, condoms. Really ya'll need to stop playing out here...no, really. I'm not judging you because I've fell victim too. There is a growing raw epidemic.
Fellas stop running streets without a raincoat. Ladies stop laying it down without a protection on the crown.
What could possibly be a good reason to not use a condom?
"Oh E it just feels so much better, that's why I don't use them."
You know what also feels so much better, not having herpes. I don't care how many commercials they produce with pleasant smiling bike riding simplex 2 (herpes) infected people. Don't noooobody want that shit. I'm not going to lie: it does feel better without a condom. Unless you're in a monogamous relationship (marriage, etc.) then don't do it and there are some that would even argue against that and well, dammit I kind of agree. Sex already feels good, great in most cases. There is no amount of added pleasure that is worth the burning, blisters, embarrassment, contagion, and bicycle riding, that should warrant these types of activities.
"Those things feel weird inside me and he looks good. He had a positive vibe. I know he's a good guy."
Uhhh, OK. There are plenty of good people that are the subject of that Faith Evans song...Burning UP! How about I put it like this? The next time that good person or yourself convince each other the dirty Sanchez is better without a sombrero
picture yourself with a revolver, you load one chamber with a bullet, spin the wheel, put the barrel to your vagina, and pull the trigger.
You're playing Russian roulette with the pumpum and that should be a crime (when I wrote
D.O.P., I didn't mean this). You’re playing a high risk game with minuscule reward and it’s simply not worth it.
"Yo son, I ran out of condoms. It was so good, damn. What choice did I have? You feel me."
Actually, I do not feel you and here is why: there are all types of acronyms that should be come to mind when you have thoughts like this. Let me spell it out: S-T-Ds, H-I-V, A-I-D-S, and K-I-Ds. All four is not what you’re expecting when you “run out of condoms” but
choose to still do the hokey pokey instead of turning yourself around.
E. For shoRt love the kids (k-i-ds), but let's keep it real, if your state of mind is on some condoms-ran-out-let-me-run-raw tip something tells me you aren't planning for children. My dad calls them little monsters. I don't know about that, but we call HIV the monster (no disrespect to my survivors, but I need to convey how real it is). Cold sweats and nightmares when you're waiting for those test results thinking of that monster grabbing you, the anticipation alone can kill and worth exercising self-control. To quote a famous scholar:
"This for all my niggas out here that DO use a condom the first nut and then go raw all the other times. Where's the psychological sense in that player?! You need to wash your face, get your mind right."
- Freeky Zeeky.
Heed the advice of Journal, haphazardly and be safe. If you need more motivation or something to put you on the right path during those heated moments google
gonorrhea, then click on images link in the upper left, if the clap doesn't scare you straight...I don't know what will.
I am E. For shoRt and I approve this blog post. JH
at 18:04 1 comments
Labels: Health, Not So Single Man, NSSG, Rappers
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 3
Journal, Haphazardly mobile
WEDNESDAY, MAY 12
Find Your Love (Remix)
I'm more than just an option
Hey, Hey, Hey
refuse to be forgotten
Hey, Hey, Hey
I took a chance with my buddy
Hey, Hey, Hey
And I feel it took her over
I better find some trizzy
I better find some buns
I better find some trizzy
I better find some buns
I better find some trizzy
I better find some buns
I bet if I get all of the trim
I would smash & tear it apart
Pipe-ings' more than just a number
Hey, Hey, Hey
The punani I'll be theivin'
Hey, Hey Hey
so every single evening
Hey, Hey, Hey
I be the one that you remember
and I better find some vajayjay
I better find some skins
I better find some vajayjay
I better find some skins
I better find some vajayjay
I better find some skins
I bet if I get all of the bagels
I would churn da butter and tear it apart
Coochys more than just a mission
Hey, Hey, Hey
you hear but you don't listen
Hey, Hey, Hey
You better pay attention
Hey, Hey, Hey
and get this thing that you've been missing
I better find some chocha
I better find some box
I better find some chocha
I better find some box
I better find some chocha
I better find some box
I bet if I get all of the vah-gin
I would dirty sanchez & tear it apart
Too many times my stroke has been strong
I guess my schlong is too damn long
I'm done waiting, there's nothing left to do
but give all this manmeat to you and
I better find some trizzy
I better find some pums
I better find some trizzy
I bet if I give all of this buddy,
then nothing gonna tear us apart.
I bet if I give all of this buddy,
then nothing gonna tear us apart.
at 23:23 0 comments
Labels: NSSG, Rappers
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 18
5 Differences b/w NYers & St. Louisians
5. When its cold in NY, its freezing in
St. Louis
.
4. When its hot in NY, its blazing in St. Louis.
3. NY is the city that never sleeps and St. Louis closes promptly at 6pm.
-wtf is that about?
2. The only arch we have are the golden ones.
1. In NY Nelly songs don't play every 5mins on the radio.
-Seriously, this cat hasn't had a hit in how many yrs? Give it up.
at 11:00 0 comments
Labels: 5 Differences, Rappers
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4
Burning Up
Journal, haphazardly recommends protecting yourself out there. No I'm not talking
smoke detectors and fire insurance. I'm talking about STD insurance, condoms. Really ya'll need to stop playing out here...no, really. I'm not judging you because I've fell victim too. There is a growing raw epidemic.
Fellas stop running streets without a raincoat. Ladies stop laying it down without a protection on the crown.
What could possibly be a good reason to not use a condom?
"Oh E it just feels so much better, that's why I don't use them."
You know what also feels so much better, not having herpes. I don't care how many commercials they produce with pleasant smiling bike riding simplex 2 (herpes) infected people. Don't noooobody want that shit. I'm not going to lie: it does feel better without a condom. Unless you're in a monogamous relationship (marriage, etc.) then don't do it and there are some that would even argue against that and well, dammit I kind of agree. Sex already feels good, great in most cases. There is no amount of added pleasure that is worth the burning, blisters, embarrassment, contagion, and bicycle riding, that should warrant these types of activities.
"Those things feel weird inside me and he looks good. He had a positive vibe. I know he's a good guy."
Uhhh, OK. There are plenty of good people that are the subject of that Faith Evans song...Burning UP! How about I put it like this? The next time that good person or yourself convince each other the dirty Sanchez is better without a sombrero
picture yourself with a revolver, you load one chamber with a bullet, spin the wheel, put the barrel to your vagina, and pull the trigger.
You're playing Russian roulette with the pumpum and that should be a crime (when I wrote
D.O.P., I didn't mean this). You’re playing a high risk game with minuscule reward and it’s simply not worth it.
"Yo son, I ran out of condoms. It was so good, damn. What choice did I have? You feel me."
Actually, I do not feel you and here is why: there are all types of acronyms that should be come to mind when you have thoughts like this. Let me spell it out: S-T-Ds, H-I-V, A-I-D-S, and K-I-Ds. All four is not what you’re expecting when you “run out of condoms” but
choose to still do the hokey pokey instead of turning yourself around.
E. For shoRt love the kids (k-i-ds), but let's keep it real, if your state of mind is on some condoms-ran-out-let-me-run-raw tip something tells me you aren't planning for children. My dad calls them little monsters. I don't know about that, but we call HIV the monster (no disrespect to my survivors, but I need to convey how real it is). Cold sweats and nightmares when you're waiting for those test results thinking of that monster grabbing you, the anticipation alone can kill and worth exercising self-control. To quote a famous scholar:
"This for all my niggas out here that DO use a condom the first nut and then go raw all the other times. Where's the psychological sense in that player?! You need to wash your face, get your mind right."
- Freeky Zeeky.
Heed the advice of Journal, haphazardly and be safe. If you need more motivation or something to put you on the right path during those heated moments google
gonorrhea, then click on images link in the upper left, if the clap doesn't scare you straight...I don't know what will.
I am E. For shoRt and I approve this blog post. JH
at 18:04 1 comments
Labels: Health, Not So Single Man, NSSG, Rappers
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 3
Journal, Haphazardly mobile
