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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
Posts: 18,626
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Elvis never meant sh*t to me
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![]() Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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Elevator to the moon
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Snowy, cold, miserable Pennsylvania
Posts: 1,148
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"I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cos I'm on TV
They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me"-run dmc: its tricky haha ![]()
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You're my satellite <3
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Groupie
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Dublin Ireland
Posts: 9
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welcome to my centre honies feel it deep in they placenta cold as the pole in the winterbiggie just rapped with pure ease i havent heard a better rapper yet he will always be a legend
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Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: South Florida
Posts: 229
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"The boys in the hood are always hard, come talkin' that ****, we'll pull ya card. Knowin' nothin' in life but to be ligit, don't quote me boy cause I ain't said ****!"-Eazy E
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
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Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,199
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i like that one. ive never even heard the song, but thats my new favorite quote.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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