Lord, remember I fell down
From three meters height
Why did you catch me, Why didn't you let me die
I've changed my calm life to sell drugs, to become a thug
Life is very fragile and you will judge
Us when we die, please be loyal
To my brothers, no matter
What I've said, I ain't mad
Atcha, I am straight, Imma Soulja
Money changed my fuckin' life
The main things are gunz and knifes
My favorite time is night
I hate people, I need'em only to buy my drugs
I hate goddamn cops I've got my own Bars
I've got my own pain I don't know why
When I go out there's only rain
I even forgot how the sun looks like
Too many mistakes I've done
Life's too short to live it without crime,
Without crossin' law's line
The main purpose is to have some.
All my mothafucking life I' ve been eyein'
Not to do this, not to do that
Fuck you! Now I have no dad.
I smoke weeds and enjoy rhymin'
Can't you see it's over, mothafuckaz, I am dyin'...

Yo dude.... ты это всё сам сочинил???... если да тогда респектище те огромный....ты пряма выдал темку хорошую...надо мне ттожа попробывать как нить это дело)))

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Цитата от Mc Miff :
думаю это всё неправда

da nu

aga osobeno u tex kto v sverdlovske mojet eshe dnyami u kompa sidet i angliskiy na 4 znat'

Experimental text, horror story:

It is exactly midnight. Dark street
Of usually little american city
Not visible any lantern. At the bus stop
Only one person dressed in grey coat.
In right hand a black suitcase. Looks at a watch,
Whispers something. Then looks at road.
Disappointedly he sighing leaves. Suddenly blows
The wind. He stops, thinks: “Here is a very cold...”
As though the ice freeze has held down all body.
Deaf noise of the motor and yellow shine of headlights
And like from under the grounds in front of him appears
A smoky white bus with the shaded small windows.
Door opens. Conductor pale as the drowned man asks:
"Mister, are you hurry up? " Human nods. "Welcome"
The bony hand involves him inside the bus. "I hope this
Trip will be nice for you." "Where we go?" "To infinite.”
Silent rustle. The wind swings autumn leaves.
Flash. Somebody hears a scratch of wheels.
White ghost bus still continues his cross,
But why? What purpose? Nobody knows.
Sometimes policemans trys to pursue the ghost bus.
But it everytime dissapears in front of their noses.
Bus has been included in F.B.I.’s X-files.
And old uncle Sam tells about it fairy-tales
for children of this small city in Kansas.
For kids bus is scary, for adults is funny,
They do not trusts in his existence.
But people still vanish, and nobody knows how.
And if after midnight when you will be along,
To you will come a white bus with dark windows.
Run away, if your life for you is important.
Run away and don’t look back in the darkness.

хахахахах

хахаха дарк ну ты гоооооооооооооооонишь!!!!!!

chuvak ti pro rifmu posabil, po lubomu

Я же написал, что текст экспериментальный т.е. хрен знает как на него отреагируют. Оказывается я написал смешно, прямо как Стивен Кинг - сплошной идиотизм. Зато все поржали.

I am in my house, I watching MTV,
Now pressing the button and what do I see?
It's beautiful bitches with big ass and tits,
Like Beyonce or Britney Spears are fuckin' on the screen.
Next - superstars, old suckamuthafuckers and
"Ultracool" fools enjoyed in trio and groups,
Worthless sluts with songs without style.
I do not understand I want to smiling or crying
About it. What makes they? - Muthafucking shit!
But everybody saing: "This is super-mega-hit!"
Hey! Music producers, tell me what do you think:
It's OK? I repeat: WE SHALL NOT EAT YOUR SHIT!!!
Only muthafuckers still give the applause
To idiots with faces, like a drunk Santa-Klaus.
Now I break da silence, use fatal violence,
And on your funeral I shall play on a violin.
Your nightmare is coming to da real world, you can call
Police, but you'll not save, you know.

stop embarrasing urself and postin in dis mothafucka..

ага.. полижи мне сраку.. Дарк-мударк=))

Teller Mc - 10 дней бани