Isn’t there a setting that allows you to turn off the Avatars?
Against the vulgarity and filthy language
- Thread starter deanoc
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Isn’t there a setting that allows you to turn off the Avatars?
Yes, under edit options.
I raise a glass....
You showed those low life pool players.
thats one big thing wrong with pool imo, everyone turns it into a masculinity contest
wanna wrassle? take it to the gym please
wanna wrassle? take it to the gym please
I guess you figure this tune by Blackalicious is really brilliant. Please spare me...I can feel my IQ going down rapidly to the beat of this idiotic tune.
(Now it's time for our wrap up
Let's give it everything we've got
Ready? Begin)
Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doing dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eating other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Getting godly in his game with the goriest
Hit 'em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators…
Or this one:
Super fabulous the patterns have been uplifted
Smokin' chalice with the maddest and the most spliffed
Turn the alphabet to calculus and flow swiftly
See the matter of the fact is that I'm so gifted
Due payer you do say I behead a terra moda rhymin' in a toupee
A true player who moves layers of earth
Showin' you are officially ridin' with the crusaders
Check it, I go Hawaiian on an island in a fat tipi
Then down to Thailand for some dining in a black three piece
I'm intertwining and aligning with a mack thesis
The tongue of iron rule the lion of this rap species
I go abominable all up in your snowcone
Clockin' the dollars goin' all across the globe scorin'
All of the followers of doubters I'll be cold doin'
The diabolical infallible that's most cruel and
[Hook]
In come the fabulous ones, make way for the fabulous ones
In come the fabulous ones, make way for the fabulous ones
Super fabulous the patterns have been updated
Wanna battle you'll be baffled at the stuff stated
Drowning in the shallow waters of the rough ragin'
Verbal canoe with no paddle heading up state and
I got a home made of chrome, got an iron maiden
Etchin' poems in the stone with a wire cable
I'm the lone wolf who don't condone violating
And when its on I'm leavin' domes steady vibrating
[Hook]
I love waiting for rappers to arrive baked
It's my nature so smile now and die later
Cause y'all fakers, and nothing but some cry babies
That's why I'm writing out your citations
Check it, I'm riding shotty doing Gotti dirty work spiffy
In an Impala with a dolly and her skirts skimpy
The verbal scholly make you holla, you get hurt simply
Cause the holocaust, and all across the earth's empty
[Hook]
Super fabulous the patterns have been upgraded
Triple stamina commando get your hut raided
Couldn't handle it you panicked and your luck faded
Keep on yapping out your trap and I'mma duck tape it
See we been doing this since you was in a wet diaper
Confusing as a Rubix cube is to decipher
Intuitive just like Confucius in your next life
Or a new addition of a ludicrously vexed sniper
Pursuing moving units influence the next writers
Student you ruin because you're truant before your test biter
Blooming and moving on in unison consuming the consumer
And you and your crew'll be known as 'west siders'
Hook x2]
Welcome to a new kind of listening experience
How anybody can consider this crap music is beyond me.
And this one by Outkast is super brilliant. If you are brain damaged to begin with.
[Verse 1: André 3000]
One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of something good
Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood
Just tryna find that hook up
Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling
Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock
Doing the hole in the wall clubs
This shit here must stop, like "Freeze!"
We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's
And that's a no-no
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers
Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging
Niggas say motha**** that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals
Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry
"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise"
Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this *****
[Hook]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled
Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys
Smoking them white girls, before them blunts got crunk, chunky asses
Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's
And they looking like Halle Berry's
So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine
We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing
But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now"
We moving on up in the world like elevators
Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone
(Like this, East Point and we gone)
[Hook]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
[Verse 4: André 3000]
Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way that I just came from
Some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout smoke something "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really"
But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly
And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive?
I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes
From all them songs that y'all done made"
And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he had
True, I've got more fans than the average man
But not enough loot to last me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes
From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
[Hook]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
[Verse 1: André 3000]
One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of something good
Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood
Just tryna find that hook up
Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling
Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock
Doing the hole in the wall clubs
This shit here must stop, like "Freeze!"
We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's
And that's a no-no
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers
Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging
Niggas say motha**** that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals
Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry
"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise"
Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this *****
[Hook]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Looking to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled
Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys
Smoking them white girls, before them blunts got crunk, chunky asses
Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's
And they looking like Halle Berry's
So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine
We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing
But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now"
We moving on up in the world like elevators
Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone
(Like this, East Point and we gone)
[Hook]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
[Verse 4: André 3000]
Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way that I just came from
Some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout smoke something "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really"
But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly
And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive?
I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes
From all them songs that y'all done made"
And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he had
True, I've got more fans than the average man
But not enough loot to last me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes
From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
[Hook]
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
im sorry miz jackson
i am fu wheel
i am fu wheel
not that i care really about lyrical content
for me its just about how the tunes make me feel
some stuff really amps me, but i also like sappy sad songs
and some of the stuff i listen to, a good amount of it, would probably get me banned if i posted it
talk about vile, vulgar, generally violent, sadistic and disgusting
but youd never know what they were saying if you heard the tracks
for me its just about how the tunes make me feel
some stuff really amps me, but i also like sappy sad songs
and some of the stuff i listen to, a good amount of it, would probably get me banned if i posted it
talk about vile, vulgar, generally violent, sadistic and disgusting
but youd never know what they were saying if you heard the tracks
Smoke enough of the Chronic and it will all start making sense.
So what are you trying to say? It doesn't matter whether the parents curse or not? It matters. The odds are much higher that the kid won't curse if the parent's don't. There are always exceptions.
Yeah, because there was no idiotic music on the pop charts in 1980, 1970, 1960 or whatever former era you think is the best
I didn't say any era was the best, or type...I just told you what was the WORST...RAP.
There are tons of idiotic songs of various types, but 90% of rap is idiotic, juvenile, lewd, crude, vile and of no artistic value. It is just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo BS that makes absolutely no sense accompanied by some sort of computer-generated beat and overdubbed sound tracks.
It's a lot easier to ignore things you don't like once you realize they're not meant for you.
Slim Limpy
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Really?? I grew up in a 100% non-cussing Catholic house. Out of six sibs four are WORLD-CLASS cussers. I think your friends/peers have WAY more effect on this than anything your parents do.
It’s part of the t-shirt, cargo pants flip-flop culture that thinks Taco Bell is Mexican food, Walmart is Neiman Marcus, reality TV is real life, the Kardashian’s are the perfect family and the Klu Klux Klan is a Greek fraternity. They use the “f” word to describe everything they own and selfies of their genitals are portraits suitable for family albums. Welcome to the new world order.
The bar is so low the Limbo is extinct.