turbo tino rap
bussin a'round, keepin the cleats on tight
y'know he don' ♥♥♥♥ no rounds
all the model type ladies keepin him on time
to the gym when he pumpin' up that's where he shines
up real early defrossin' that meat with the meat ball deal
he could never be beat that's why he's ontop of both his feet
he on a mission, no time to greet or meet
that's spagetti sauce needs
Ingredients
1 pound lean ground beef (90% lean)
3/4 cup chopped onion
1 jar (26 ounces) meatless spaghetti sauce
1 can (15 ounces) black beans, rinsed and drained
1 can (14-1/2 ounces) diced tomatoes
1 cup frozen gold and white corn, thawed
1 cup salsa
1 can (4 ounces) chopped green chiles
1 tablespoon chili powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
Hot cooked spaghetti

Kurt "Magicka" "The Dark Lord" "versus God 2" "THE kurt" the Magical Full-Bodied Mannus, no shards, no furtive pygmies

"Hm."
(Pause-break) x72
"Oww'right... Let's get i-"
[overpowering sound of entire audience of women cheer+screaming]
(Pause break) x8
[Silence befalls the audience]
Let me make this mess sort-a less-or-more
on-a sort-a re-itter-ay-tin'shun all these sore
sons - till they come to my lane with they guns
but by now they all know the way it runs
my proof-type life, with my rain-out guns
teachin's of east'in's name-sake-staking'n remainin' in the same-lane as
one

so when you come 'round to my hopped-top
you better bring "none"
otherwise you'll be stripped down, dumped
in a dessert like a bigoted dreamer on the run

steam locked my account for updating my profile once

Magic Johnson revive prayer chant moment

If you're not magic johnson, don't worry, you don't want to need a prayer chant to resurrect you. That would mean you have died.

anyway
2 ... .... 1, 2 ... ...
... 2 ... and-
never met a nicer hateful demon
long as yo' skin white he left anyone schemin'
bout which end of the pipe you'd be meetin'
that's why a trap beat's all i got gleamin'
on'a thin rope, holdin'together the ice, chokes
and still ends on top, yeah right that's a joke

don't call me a joke, tho.

if all i got is parody in me, i'm not tryin' t 'waste that
god left me glued to a pot hole glued, with laces tied together too,
three times tried and tired for-sooth
so les'let this'meat go'blue
and stop worrying about which ends equal to "2"

mic drop sound