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ManAboutDallas
ManAboutDallas

Mish? Your site is JUST FINE right now; PLEASE do not succumb to the siren song of "change for the sake of change". PLEASE do not fall into the all-too-easy trap of mistaking "style" for "substance" as so many other websites are doing all-too-often today.

nimrodf
nimrodf

I miss the old blogger Mish layout. Much better than this. I do not why but it had character

Ordell Robbie
Ordell Robbie

I want some Yelawolf!

Best Friend Yelawolf Ain't never been much of the church type But I believe in the last days I walk through Hell almost every night But I believe it's a pathway Say boy, what you doin' with your life With those tattoos on your face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I hold You nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah I don't know much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible Belt I put my love for a woman on idle Because I got beat with my mama's belt But I learned from my mistakes Try hard to respect people for what they believing in But if you spit on my fucking grave And wish me Hell then I wish you well I'mma send you straight up to my best friend To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I hold You nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah God, please could you arm me with the armor To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi? Could have gone the other way many times Could have turned Dalai with the lama But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent Recently, but don't jinx it, it's like Clint Eastwood Looking for peace though, maybe not finna enter The priesthood, but at least should Make an attempt to show some remorse And to be some sort of a repenter For the people I've been a menace to Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher Into the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of mine is thinner Than twine is when I Get attacked so I might say something back that might offend you So if you don't like when I rap or What I have to say on the mic then you Might wanna act just like quarterbacks And take a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner (I got a best friend, best friend) Plus balls and intestines And they never been yes men They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up The minute I'm ever giving it less than I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming Cause failure's something I can barely stomach And I only listen to my gut So unless you're my fuckin' belly button Don't tell me nothin' You ain't my (best friend, best friend) Who you think I'm talking 'bout? Lifts me up when I'm down and out Still look to him without a doubt Still got a (best friend, best friend) Shout it out Like there's never been a louder mouth Should have never been allowed a mouth Now that I got a higher power now when I blackout, power outage They powerless, but they crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard When I'm counted out You be D-O-A, they'll announce But pronounce you dead when they sound it out So prepare for a rival Your arch enemy surrounds you now he's all around you Not even the doctors at the hospital Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life It's in-piggy-possible to revive you That's word to the diggy doc Stiggy-stopping is not an option Something I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit Talking to Proof dropping a deuce Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script Cock and I shoot Who you think's my glock that I use? That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up Sending you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend) To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I hold You nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah Songwriters: Michael Atha / William Booker Washington / Matt Hayes / Luis Edgardo Resto / Marshall Mathers Best Friend lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ME Gusta Music, BMG Rights Management

Ordell Robbie
Ordell Robbie

Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It Ice Cube Blame me You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow it's R-A-W, R-A-W You looking at the grand wizard, war lord vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches to pull up pull off with some bad bitches And it ain't about chivalry It's about dope lyrics and delivery It's about my persona ain't nothing like a man that can do what he wanna Ain't nothing like man on that you knew on the corner See 'em come up and fuck up the owner See 'em throw up Westside California Nigga I'm hot as Phoenix Arizona I'm Utah I got multiple bitches It's a new law keep a hold of yo riches Dumb nigga don't spend it as soon as you get it And recognize I'm a captain and you a lieutenant I can say what I want to say ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga y'all spit saliva And I spit lava I got the fearless flow Don't get near this ho If you sacred to go I keep it gangsta and why should change that Fuck you old motherfuckers tryin to change rap But aren't you the same cat that sat back when they brought cocaine back I'm tryin to get me a Maybach How you motherfuckers gonna tell me don't say that You the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 So if I act like a pimp ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nappy headed ho ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I shoot up your college ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I rob you of knowledge ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it Thank God when I bless the mic You finally get to hear the shit that you like A nigga talkin bout real life so you can try to get this shit right Use your brain not your back use your brain not a gat It's a party not a jack (for real) Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there and show them that you equal (fuck them fuck them) Don't be material a nigga grew up on milk and cereal I never forgot Van Ness and imperial Look at my life Ice Cube is a miracle It could be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spiritual 'Cause me and Allah go back like cronies I don't got to be fake cause he is my homie If I sell a litle crack ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq, ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow it's R-A-W, R-A-W Oh yeah and another thing For all ya niggas that don't do gangsta rap Don't get on TV talkin about gangsta rap Cause 9 times at a 10 you don't know the fuck you talk about Talk about that bullshit rap you do Stay the fuck out of mines Songwriters: O'shea Jackson / Vaushaun Brooks Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

See Mish? You couldn't be this cool if your sad white bread life depended on it!

dishawmedia
dishawmedia

please get rid of themaven. the layout is horrible. I don't know how they get the contracts to do these sites....The layout was so bad i actually stopped coming here.

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