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    • CommentAuthorthe rabbi
    • CommentTimeFeb 12th 2009
     
    we have this thread on lvfixed. it's good for general questions, comments, etc. so you don't have to start a new thread
    • CommentAuthorgreg
    • CommentTimeFeb 12th 2009
     
    Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
    Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met here on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

    But in a larger sense we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate - we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled, here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but can never forget what they did here.

    It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they have, thus far, so nobly carried on. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom; and that this government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
    • CommentAuthorthe rabbi
    • CommentTimeFeb 12th 2009
     
    what's with all the talk about lincoln these days, anyway?
  1.  
    its his 200th birthday today!!! that is the reason
  2.  
    Even better than Lincoln:

    Brotha Lynch Hung!

    You better pray
    When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
    Cock it back slow
    Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
    BOOM!
    Pussy-guts all over the room
    If you ain't seen it,
    Then you're fiendin'
    For the meanin'
    Of that nina of doom
    2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
    You back that nigga that pack that gat
    And hit that indo-sack
    It's like that
    Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
    All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
    Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
    And block creep
    And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
    Once it'll make you vomit
    Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
    Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
    With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
    Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
    And watch them baby's brains
    Drip out that fetus
    Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
    I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
    Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    As I creep, picture every human that I seek
    Slabs of human meat
    Cause my kids gotta eat
    I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
    Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
    Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
    Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
    I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
    I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
    Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
    A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
    So catch me now before I do my next crime
    My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    Get ready for the nigga shit
    That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
    Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
    And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
    Slugs to the womb
    Guts all over the room
    That legion of doom
    That S to the I-C-X
    With a locc and a tech for the throat
    and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
    One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
    Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
    Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
    Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
    So I pack me a nine-milla gat
    And creep in the back of the 'Lac
    With a sack of the indo

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    That's right. Once upon a time
    A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
    With a lie for the snitch
    As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
    They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
    Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
    Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
    Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
    To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
    Who could it be?
    Or can he be
    Locked up in the county
    cause the bounty
    finally found a nigga like me?
    X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
    L-O-C
    What's up, my nigga?
    Pull this trigger
    And take my muthafuckin' legacy
    But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
    But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
    lunatic
    Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
    Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
    Have you even loaded up your glock?
    Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
    From that 24 God in Black
    That's doin' time
    For shootin' shadows up in the dark
    And tryin' to bite before he bark
    And when his heart stops
    From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
    They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
    And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
    That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga must be livin' up in
    hell
    And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
    Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat
  3.  
    Hi all, I'm thinking of covering my bike in stickers instead of a new paint job. Could look funky. If you've got any you don't want, I'll send you a stamped envelope, even if its only one or two I'd really appreciate it.


    Email me Buddy4693@comcast.net

    Thanks,
    STEPHEN
 


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