brrr, stick em, ha ha ha stick em

yeah, i'm bringing it way back. break out the cardboard and Let's have a break-off.

http://thebox.free.fr/fatboysstickem.mp3

"Basketball is my favorite sport. I like the way they dribble up and down the court."

:puke:

then again, post-originaL fatboys were awfuL too.

x(

:puke:

the footbaLL rap in the movie wiLdcats was better.. and that had goLdie hawn in it.

it's the sport of kings, better than diamond rings.
footbaLL... footbaLL

ha ha ha my name is finch
and as you know i used to sit on the bench
money, food are the necesseties of Life
those are the things that keep me nice
and if i don't i go beserk
and act just Like 400 pound jerk
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa

I don't like basketball much either, but some of his other stuff is GOLD!

i'm gonna bust out the windmiLL

I didn't know you were orange.

And what's it like having oval feet?

i'm proud of my orange heritage.

the ovaL feet are great for my baLance. it's tough when i go to the bowLing aLLey though - they never have my size.

:rofl:

that movie is fucking briLLiant!!

how did it not get any oscar consideration? x(

:grr:

:silly:

his.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0002XEDZI/qid=1119623041/sr=8-2/ref=pd_csp_2/103-7955271-9951053?v=glance&s=music&n=507846

i'LL give him a try. :thumbsup:

which song?

poet/spokenword artist/turned hip hop virtuoso. The song is Black Stacey.

kinda Like me then. :P

i'LL rip some of his stuff this weekend.

I'm come back like Return of the Jedi

the ripper wiLL not aLLow

In jail
Unh-unh...
Unh-unh...
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
Now there was just one day
That I will never forget
I got jailed for something that
I'll always regret
It was twelve o'clock, midnight
And I wanted a snack
So I headed downstairs
Thought the fridge was packed
But when I opened the door
What did I see?
The back of the fridge staring right at me
I thought to myself
I could almost die
Then an immage appeared
A pizza pie
So I put on Adidas
Headed out the door
As I pictured myself
Eating more and more
But the store was closed
I busted into a rage
So I went to the crib
And got my twelve-gauge
Ran back to the shop
Busted won the door
And all I saw
Was pizza galore
So I stuffed my face
I couldn't even walk
I couldn't laugh, smile
Shake, giggle, wiggle, or talk
So I fell asleep with my face in my plate
And the next thing you know
I was headed upstate
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
Well, Kool Rock is my name
Last part is 'ski'
And I have the worst
Case of my M.C.
But listen to the story
'Cause it's kind of strange
When I had this sort of hunger pain
Walking down the strreet
With the bass of my box
With my stomach growling
Like a hungry fox

When I saw this scene
Or was it a dream?
A big restaurant sign
Called Burger King
So I went inside
Started stuffing my face
Didn't even think
About the things I ate
But when the bill came up
Boy, was i shocked
I said, 'I don't pay for nothing
I'm the King of the Slops!'
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
But when our time is through
We'll rock you and you
We turn parties out
Make you scream and shout
We're not demanding
Or very outstanding
We got something unique
And in the middle he's standing
On the microphone
He rocks and shocks
Homeboys and girls
It's the Human Beat Box
Break
Now I'm sitting here alone
Looking at the wall
Just thinking about
How I took the fall
I thought I was cool
I thought I was slick
And now Im writing
Letters of being homesick
I lost my freedom
When I heard the door slammer
And now I'm breaking rocks
With a big, heavy hammer
I used to drive the streets
With my big car
And now I look and all
I see are bars
I jail
Everyone's the same
You only survive
If you play the game
You don't have guns
And now you remember
You're your momma's son
You made her cry
And stay up all night
Coming home high
Just leaving a fight
You always made her feel
That you were better
But now you're a little boy
Just waiting for a letter

josh moran (ha!) brought the record in to show off in 7th grade. the horizontaL-striped prison suits weren't fLattering on them.

It's a song about eating stolen pizza until you pass out with your face in your plate - slenderness wasn't the concept

Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funky beat!
We're gonna walk inside, and guess what's up:
Put some food in my plate, and some Coke in my cup
Give me some chicken, franks, and fries
And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
Give me some sweets and lots of cake
Give me some hot Macaroni and Cheese!
Give me, some more food PLEASE!!!!
Give me some buloni, salami, and ham
Toast with butter and strawberry jam
I love it whether the food is cold or hot
Put a burger on the plate, and it'll hit the spot
We'll eat everything. An incredible feat
$3.99 for all you can eat!