This is for pre-meditated murder... but don't go out and kill somebody after you read this.
1. Shoot someone in the head, indoors. Make sure you use somethin to muffle the sound if you don't have a silencer.
2. Wrap the head in a towel to keep the blood from leakin anywhere. Then thoroughly wrap the upper body in plastic of some sort. Just not clear.
3. Drive far out of the city you committed the murder in.
4. Find a new plot at the cemetary, or an empty field or somethin and dig a nice deep hole.
5. Place the body in the hole, and drench it in gasoline.
6. Burn the body completely, then take the bullet from the ashes.
7. Hopefully you wore gloves, but if not wipe off everything you touched in relevance to the crime scene.
Especially the gun!
8. Dismantle the gun, and distribute the pieces and left over ammo in various sewers.
9. For extra security, have an alibi with a CREDiBLE RESOURCE to corroborate your story.
10. Forget it ever happened, and deny any contact with the deceased if question by local or federal law enforcement.
Once again, I urge you DO NOT TRY THiS.
Seriously.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Love...at least what I think about it. [Revisted]
When you love you someone, you spend every possible moment thinking of them. When you can't be with them, it feels as though half of your heart is deteriorating. When you can't hold them, hugging someone else doesn't mean as much as it used to. When you can't kiss them, seeing another couple makes you sick, because they have what you long for. But at that moment when you finally do get to hold them, the world around you stands still... because nothing else matters. Those kisses are the best you've ever had. So much so, that every kiss is virtually a flatline... or at least you think so. But in reality, your pulses have become stronger. The love of another can make you feel superhuman, but can also be a crippling kryptonite once that special person is apart from you. So this is for you... you are my pillar of strength, and yet you are my greatest weakness.
I love you.
I love you.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
That girl...
She's the roxanne to my police, the safety to my dance, the air to my lungs, the clap to my hands.
She's the smile to my face, the sight to my taste, the "ness" to my "great"
She's the "you" to my "i love", I hate birds, no white doves... lol
She's the reason I smile, the reason I'm happy, the straight to my nappy... lol
She's the girl that I want, the girl that I need, the girl in my thoughts, the girl of my dreams.
She the chips to my cookie, I'm the d*ck to her nookie(LOL), she's the pro to my rookie.
She's the sky to my fly, the girl to this guy, she's knows that I love her, and it's no wonder why.
She's the one I care for, she's the one I love, I see a lot of girls, but she's the one I'm always thinking of...
I love you.
I don't have to address her by name, because she knows who she is.... =]
She's the smile to my face, the sight to my taste, the "ness" to my "great"
She's the "you" to my "i love", I hate birds, no white doves... lol
She's the reason I smile, the reason I'm happy, the straight to my nappy... lol
She's the girl that I want, the girl that I need, the girl in my thoughts, the girl of my dreams.
She the chips to my cookie, I'm the d*ck to her nookie(LOL), she's the pro to my rookie.
She's the sky to my fly, the girl to this guy, she's knows that I love her, and it's no wonder why.
She's the one I care for, she's the one I love, I see a lot of girls, but she's the one I'm always thinking of...
I love you.
I don't have to address her by name, because she knows who she is.... =]
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'm so sick of the WHACKNESS!
And girls these days are feeling themselves TOO fuckin much yo.
They need to get over themselves. That shit aint cute.
"Bitch you aint dat fine no way" - Outkast.
Another thing some people take it TOO TOO far with this myspace shit.
All these damn trains, and dumbass bulletins about add this, and spam that... CUT THAT SHiT OUT!!!!
I'm deletin whoever do that whack shit too... I swear my great grandfather's grave. I don't care if I know you, and I don't care how fine you are, or THiNK you are. Yall hoes is overdosin on that shit and it's makin me sick.
News flash whore... NOBODY gives a shit about you havin 5,000 friends. Unless you got a music page, or somethin that would give you any kind of celebrity status, or WORTHY recognizability. For real.
"Relax bitch, it's just myspace."- A SMART mothafucka.
All you fashion "Gurus":
Puffer Red's is not a couture boutique.
Your Bape anything is not real if you got it for less than $150.
The mall is not a place to shop if you're tryna be unique.
Buying the same 6rings or any kind of anything that everybody else has does NOT make you fresh in any way. It just makes you another copycat consumer who bought into the "fresh" propaganda.
All white, or all black AF1's are played out. Get some exclusives.
J's or any other "name brand" clothing bought at gibraltar is not real.
Finesse sells fake shit. Believe it.
There is nothing wrong with purchasing a few items from Wal*Mart. I have, and I'm still dressin better than you.
Clear:
Jays=fake
Bapes=fake.
AF1s in any color other than powder blue or lavender=fake.
Niggas have officially tapped out ALife & The Hundreds.
A white t is never out of style.
If you know you're supposed to be in a 1x, and you're wearing a 4x... you're gay.
Saggin past right under your ass is ridiculous, and also gay.
Leggings don't look right on everyone ladies... sorry.
Wearing leggings that match your skin tone...stupidity. You shouldn't have put them on in that case.
If I know you wear fakes, I will put you on blast.
Anyone else who's fashionable will comment and add more to this I'm sure.
Niggas(ignorant black folks, not my friends)
Mainstream music (Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, Yung Berg, Plies, V.I.C., Some Wayne shit, etc.) is whack shit. Get a new playlist.
No one cares who YOU think the best rapper alive is. Truth is, you can NEVER know.
Gangs are weak and pointless if you live in the fuckin suburbs.
Hatin on anyone's shit will getchu blazed quick. Especially my shit.
You aint ballin if you got a metro, and a boost. lol You're just not. So don't try to stunt. They got good plans and all but... no.
Not going to college or a trade school is not a good decision.
Skippin just for the hell of it is stupid.
Skippin just go to another lunch is stupid.
There's nothing wrong with talking proper, and trying new things.
The word "goon" is meant for homos, and fake thugs.
Once again, smart people will comment and add more.
Adios. Punk bitches. Let the REAL fly in on a spaceship.
They need to get over themselves. That shit aint cute.
"Bitch you aint dat fine no way" - Outkast.
Another thing some people take it TOO TOO far with this myspace shit.
All these damn trains, and dumbass bulletins about add this, and spam that... CUT THAT SHiT OUT!!!!
I'm deletin whoever do that whack shit too... I swear my great grandfather's grave. I don't care if I know you, and I don't care how fine you are, or THiNK you are. Yall hoes is overdosin on that shit and it's makin me sick.
News flash whore... NOBODY gives a shit about you havin 5,000 friends. Unless you got a music page, or somethin that would give you any kind of celebrity status, or WORTHY recognizability. For real.
"Relax bitch, it's just myspace."- A SMART mothafucka.
All you fashion "Gurus":
Puffer Red's is not a couture boutique.
Your Bape anything is not real if you got it for less than $150.
The mall is not a place to shop if you're tryna be unique.
Buying the same 6rings or any kind of anything that everybody else has does NOT make you fresh in any way. It just makes you another copycat consumer who bought into the "fresh" propaganda.
All white, or all black AF1's are played out. Get some exclusives.
J's or any other "name brand" clothing bought at gibraltar is not real.
Finesse sells fake shit. Believe it.
There is nothing wrong with purchasing a few items from Wal*Mart. I have, and I'm still dressin better than you.
Clear:
Jays=fake
Bapes=fake.
AF1s in any color other than powder blue or lavender=fake.
Niggas have officially tapped out ALife & The Hundreds.
A white t is never out of style.
If you know you're supposed to be in a 1x, and you're wearing a 4x... you're gay.
Saggin past right under your ass is ridiculous, and also gay.
Leggings don't look right on everyone ladies... sorry.
Wearing leggings that match your skin tone...stupidity. You shouldn't have put them on in that case.
If I know you wear fakes, I will put you on blast.
Anyone else who's fashionable will comment and add more to this I'm sure.
Niggas(ignorant black folks, not my friends)
Mainstream music (Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, Yung Berg, Plies, V.I.C., Some Wayne shit, etc.) is whack shit. Get a new playlist.
No one cares who YOU think the best rapper alive is. Truth is, you can NEVER know.
Gangs are weak and pointless if you live in the fuckin suburbs.
Hatin on anyone's shit will getchu blazed quick. Especially my shit.
You aint ballin if you got a metro, and a boost. lol You're just not. So don't try to stunt. They got good plans and all but... no.
Not going to college or a trade school is not a good decision.
Skippin just for the hell of it is stupid.
Skippin just go to another lunch is stupid.
There's nothing wrong with talking proper, and trying new things.
The word "goon" is meant for homos, and fake thugs.
Once again, smart people will comment and add more.
Adios. Punk bitches. Let the REAL fly in on a spaceship.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Envy? Not ME!!
You're only envious of someone because someone has somebody you don't have, and can't get.
I'm never envious of any guy that has a girl that I might be interested in because I have enough confidence in myself to know that I'm 60 times better than him on a bad day... and eventually the girl will realize what she could have, and her man becomes a distant memory. =]
Chris Brown, and Jeezy said it best.
Chris: Ya man aint me.
Jeezy: Ya nigga aint seein me, I put that on everything.
I'm never envious of any guy that has a girl that I might be interested in because I have enough confidence in myself to know that I'm 60 times better than him on a bad day... and eventually the girl will realize what she could have, and her man becomes a distant memory. =]
Chris Brown, and Jeezy said it best.
Chris: Ya man aint me.
Jeezy: Ya nigga aint seein me, I put that on everything.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Untitled.
I wakin up early, because I don't want to see the sun. Growing up without my father has made me an emotional wreck. I realized, I need to be loved to feel good everyday. I can't be alone for too long, I'll go crazy. I listen to Coldplay "Your Love Means Everything" because it relaxes me, and makes me cry at the same time... It's good to cry. It shows you have a heart. I don't want to cry though. I want everybody to look me and believe everything is ok. And the truth is... it's not. It's not now, and it never has been. I hate crying because every tear that falls from my face starts to burn with agony. There is no real basis for this blog. It's not because I'm recently single, and It's not because my back has been hurting every day for the past week. It's not even because things that have happened in my past. I wish it would rain more often. Then I could cry in public, and seem ok. I cried as I typed this... I just want to feel wanted. Sometimes I feel like no one cares about me. Maybe that's why I cry. Maybe... Maybe...
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Swagga Like Me...
No one in my city got swagga like me, somethin like a sk8r boy wit Vans on my feet/Flow like sugar cuz this shit so sweet, but don't get it wrong bitch I'm not sweet/ Get it? Brand new yankee fitted, cap wit the brim twisted back and it's tilted...never 4get it this kid's really gifted, aint anotha nigga livin that can spit it how I spit it/ See I'm so sicktastic wit it, it's tragic idn't how I laugh and kill...see I'm a fuckin track murderer, I swagg attack whack ass fuckin swagg burglars/ they more bite outta swagg than a cheese burger, I think I made my point so I why go any further? I got dope skills that kill when I spill what I feel cuz its real and I'm ill...
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