Naraku4656 Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 i'm parched Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PhilosipherStoned Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 The sun has me feeling like a dried out sponge. I'm about to drink some malt liquor because that'll definitely help. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StarPanda Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 Gross stop suckin so much Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Naraku4656 Posted July 13, 2017 Author Share Posted July 13, 2017 no u Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StarPanda Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 Don't you dare Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Naraku4656 Posted July 13, 2017 Author Share Posted July 13, 2017 oh i will Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mochi Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 i'm parched Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Houdini Splicer Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...mmm drop Coolin' on the corner on a hot summers day Just me, my posse and M.C.A. A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble - some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Zintar Posted July 15, 2017 Share Posted July 15, 2017 Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...mmm drop Coolin' on the corner on a hot summers day Just me, my posse and M.C.A. A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble - some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads tight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Houdini Splicer Posted July 15, 2017 Share Posted July 15, 2017 tight. Takes me back to my childhood. I was kinda surprised no one else thought of it, then I remembered I'm old and weird. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Zintar Posted July 15, 2017 Share Posted July 15, 2017 Takes me back to my childhood. I was kinda surprised no one else thought of it, then I remembered I'm old and weird. same, older than childhood, but still . . . always a child . . . haha Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
molarbear Posted July 15, 2017 Share Posted July 15, 2017 License to Ill came out the year I was born I'm not big on rap but I played the CD so much that eventually it started skipping on every song Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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