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FIRST OFF I HATE THE FACT OF CYBERING SO DON'T ASK
My Fettishes
bitting
peircings
dyed hair
smoking
drinking
tatts

[92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off.]

poem i wrote to my family
TRUE HOMIES
TRUE HOMIES never leave you out to dri. TRUE HOMIES have seen you cri. TRUE HOMIES don't give a fuck what your parents think. TRUE HOMIES pick you up when you begin to sink. TRUE HOMIES r by ur side in jail. TRUE HOMIES bang biggots heads against the rails. TRUE HOMIES love you even if your gay. TRUE HOMIES recorded your first lay. TRUE HOMIES will teach your kids how to drink beer. TRUE HOMIES whip away your tear. TRUE HOMIES crash your first car. TRUE HOMIES drag your ass out of that bar. TRUE HOMIES WILL TAKE A BULLET FOR YOU.
if you have true homies please post this on your page just please put my name under it .
i like any one open with they're sexuality so just ask and i'll tell(maybe)

96% OF TEENS WON'T STAND UP FOR GOD...
REPOST THIS ON YOUR SITE IF YOU'RE ONE OF THE 4% WHO WILL

IF YOUR ON MYSPACE ADD ME IT'S THE SAME NAME
some poems l like
 stoners live and stoners die so fuck this world lets get high

i once was there but now im not i went outside to smoke some pot i wrote a note to prove a point lives a bitch without a joint

STONERZ PLEDGE:
peace,pot,tequila shot, jesus luvs you stoned or not, sex,drugs,rock+roll,speed,weed,birth control,lifes a bitch then u die, fuck the world lets get high.we are stoners we have class,mess with us we'll kick your ass, so to all you preps who think your cool go to hell cuz stonerz rule


Juggalo Pledge
I pledge allegiance to the Hatchet of the Underground Juggalo Society, and to the Ninjas for which it stands, One Family, Under Clowns, Full of Freaks, with Faygo and Magik Neden for all!!!

join the marines
travel to strange,exotic lands
meet unique, interesting people
and the kill them. hehehe thats what me shirt says i love it!!!!!

my wiki [my stalkers]

FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.
REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAl FRiENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that
you know we don't waste shit."

FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out

FAKE FRiENDS: Would ignore this
REAl FRiENDS: Will send this to all there real friends and hope to get it back!!




Pass It
(Jamie Madrox)
We would like to invite you on a journey
A tale of an instrument of death
Watch us as we pass the axe.

(Blaze)
I took the axe off the shelf in the tool shed
It’s telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled
My victim approached
Cut her head off at the throat
She was a hooker with AIDS
Spreading disease like it was dope
Cut the head off her pimp
Before he started to trash talk
Two bodies in my trunk and police on a manhunt
I’m on the noose again
They chasing me for blocks
Seen a homie on the street
So I passed the axe to Madrox

(Madrox)
I took the axe
What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
It’s all bloody
And it looks like its been in and out of someone’s back
Gristle on the handle, blood dripping down the neck
So I grabbed that bitch like *laugh* back
Who wanna get halfed up by the halfwit
Who got a gang of problems
And don’t give half a shit, bitch
You can fall victim to the double headed fury
Don’t be scared, be worried, man.

(Chorus)
Pass it, something sharp and wicked
And I’ll pass it back
Don’t worry I’ll pass it back.
It’s raining, the rain is dark and wicked
And I’ll pass it back
Don’t worry I’ll pass it back.

(Anybody Killa)
I took the axe back to the shed where I stay
Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the blade
Waited ‘til dark and then ran through the hood
And chopped up drunk bums like they’re blocks of wood
I can’t see myself stopping and if I do then I’m dead
And the only way I’m dying is if I sever my own head
Grip on the tip, so my nub won’t slip
And I’m about to fuckin’ pass it to the hands
of 2 Dope bitch

(Shaggy)
I took your axe and swang it through like butter
When I cut back you better run, duck, and cover.
You know your jugular well, it’s gone
I blacked out last night and realized in the morning
Gotta dig another hole in the backyard
Run get me a shovel, it ain’t that hard
Understand that I got a hairpin trigger wrist
When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist.

(Chorus)
Pass it, something sharp and wicked
And I’ll pass it back
Don’t worry I’ll pass it back.
It’s raining, the rain is dark and wicked
And I’ll pass it back
Don’t worry I’ll pass it back.

(Violent J)
I took the axe
Perhaps I had a relapse
I seen a pretty pretty neck
And I couldn’t relax
I cut through it
I throw knives with precision
But it’s noting like the feeling
Of committing the incision
Flip it over, a radio program
I pound his head into a bloody pizza
With the hammer
Threw it into the sky and let it stick in my back
And passed out at Monoxide’s front porch like that.

(Monoxide Child)
I took the axe and lost my fucking mind
On this cop who pulled up behind me
I handcuffed him on the side of the street
And started smacking him with it like I was making a beat
Oh God!
Another cop pulled up
So I grabbed the same axe and planted it in his forehead
Two more dead, bloody and dismembered
Now it’s back in the shed and that’s all I remember.

(Chorus)
Pass it, something sharp and wicked
And I’ll pass it back
Don’t worry I’ll pass it back.
It’s raining, the rain is dark and wicked
And I’ll pass it back
Don’t worry I’ll pass it back.

(Jamie Madrox)
The axe that splits so many backs
Its back to the tool shed to relax
Peep that
So many failed with no tale to tell.
And are only remembered by the stain they left
On the axe.

"Juggalo Homies"
   (feat. Twiztid)

(I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you
You all know you're my homies
And eh... Alright we'll talk later - peace!)
[Violent J]
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka) ?
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)
[shaggy 2 dope]
Who loaned you money, homie?
Who owes you cash? (Who?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?)
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room
[chorus]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!
[Violent J]
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker)
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
[shaggy 2 dope]
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?)
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (Who?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (Who?)
Homies, i'm talking about like you and yours
[chorus]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!
[Violent J, Anybody Killers, and Juggalos]
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady
[Jamie Madrox]
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We mackin' on the galaxy
'cause sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it
(Monoxide Child)
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It jacket"
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (Psychopathic)
[Chorus - Repeat somewhat]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy
FUCK OFF JUGGAHOE BITCHS AND ALL YOU RITCHY ASS MOTHER FUCKERS IF YOU TALK SHIT I'LL SIMPLY SLICE YER THROAT IN YER SLEEP AND WATCH YOU BLEED OUT
 
     JUGGALO VS. FRIEND--
Friend: Calls your parents "Mr." or "Mrs."
Juggalo: Call your parents "Mom" or "Dad."
Friend: Has never seen you cry.
Juggalo: Has the best shoulder to cry on.
Friend: Asks you for your number.
Juggalo: Asks you for their number.
Friend: Will leave you hanging to be with a crowd.
Juggalo: Always has your back.
Friend: Runs for help in a fight.
Juggalo: Jumps in the fight to help.
Friend: Will bail your stale ass out of Jail.
Juggalo: Will be sittin' right next to you saying "That was fucking awesome!"
Friend: Will help you move out of a house.
Juggalo: Will help you move a dead body out of the house.
Friend: Bums you a cigarette
Juggalo: Bums you his last pack
Friend: Is there when you need them
Juggalo: Is there even when you dont need them
Friend: Gets drunk at a party and pukes on your carpet
Juggalo: Feels worse than you do about puking on your carpet in the morning
Friend: Hides you from the cops
Juggalo: Is probably the reason the cops are after you in the first place
Friend: Lets you make an ass out of yourself in public
Juggalo: Is up there with you making an ass out of themselves too
Friend: Likes you cause your always doing stupid shit
Juggalo: Loves you even though you do stupid shit
Friend: Is shocked to find out your actually gay
Juggalo: Already knew but really could care less
Friend: Doesn't tell anyone if you kill the guy who tried to kill you
Juggalo: Helped you kill that asshole
Friend: Comes with you to your moms funeral
Juggalo: Cries with you at your moms funeral
Friend: Tells you when his parents doesnt want him to hang out with you any more
Juggalo: Laughs in his parents faces for saying that
Friends: Fade
Juggalos: Are 4 Ever

Pass this shit on to all your juggalo homies        

Um lets see hmm well id have to think about it I might show up in a tux ha but i doubt it I'll probly just show up naked like i always do and look your momma in the eye and tell her FUCK YOU!
OKAY IF YOU CAN TELL ME HOW AND WHAT BAND THIS IS AND THE NAME OF THE C.D. I WILL GIVE YOU A LITTLE PRESENT ;)
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