ChadSang
01-28-2007, 04:50 PM
Felt like posting at least a lil bit, so here's it is
Chapter 9
It’s A Whole New Experience
We come equipped with new kicks and Stetsons
The super saggy rags and the white trash connection
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool; we don't need to be seen
It's all about the green, not the drugs we are takin
That shits free with an LP in circulation
And we be wasting time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud
We're tearing up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinking
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Putting stops on crews
They get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles stem from pioneers
Leaving’ suckers in awe
And you get jawed for looking queer
Can you hear me or am I talking to the wall
That's Top Dog calling out each and every one of y'all
You get balls; you come and talk that shit
But Top Dogs camp ain't anything to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn you
I got this Jacksonvile thang with more love that California
Drunken DJ smokin cognac dips
Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be
Got young Marines with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold
I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin with Top Dog
You’re fuckin with family
No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear
Any time you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinking
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin
You can check me, but that shit don't slide
You can get your life took tryin to take my pride
You ride with whom, man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
And got gigs all money
Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin
Your nothing’ of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you
I'm all about the everyday nothing’ at all
See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin’ a ball
I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around; I might write me a tune
The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist
I might go fishing and again I might not
I might get me a forty or pour me some A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed
I dissed everybody and their mom for spite
Cause everybody's barking, but nobody ever bites
You’re talking loud, saying nothing
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy because he's as big as a house
Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
I'm the estranged, deranged person because I can blame others
Got a way with the world and now I'm looking' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble
Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday that passes
Ain't a masochistic, rock statistics
I'm a very shy simplistic
And get this, some people say I changed
I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name
A little extra game and extra cash could see
You could fuck me, but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lie up in the Caymans for four straight seasons
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
You’re all up in the past, that's ass
Hear what I say
I'm all about today and I'm a die that way
Bitch
Sorry but I just had to post this addition to the Chad Bloody Journey. It was a song but it hit home when I listened to the tunes
After we returned from our visit in New England, it began to be a blast for me as a young teenager. For most of the summer I worked in tobacco fields for a shitty amount of money. This man I worked for had huge amounts field and crops. So I was a budding teen and wondered where he became such a landowner. Inside joke I guess.
School’s now in session and I’m entering the 7th grade. In those days, for grades 7th and 8th, they were. While I was doin my thang at school with a boy, I began to really blossom as a kid going through it for a long time. I also had the time for lots of friends and such now. This was also a time for interests in girls and guys. I was so happy in those days for all of the outside games.
My mom had gone back to teaching and I hated that cuz she was my teacher in several courses. I never got way too many songs in my head
Well, right on time, Jon arrived. in the town for the first night. He then. asked my parents if would be permissible to take me to the mountains was OK to take me with him to the Great Smokey National Park.
I found out later that he had convinced my parents that he was “a distant relative.” My parents became very interested in Jon and they agreed that I could go with Jon every summer so I would have a clue when things began to be shity.
This trip was to help me understand vampires in general and for me to begin understanding a lot of other things. In the seventh grade I still had the urge to begin making friends and most importantly to lay a good , foundation like you’re reading about. We stayed in a high dollar hotel. I enjoyed it alot.
We did some playing “tourist.” a few days, but the majority of time was spent on me learning the ways and culture on the subject of vampires. A bonus for me happened on this. Jon would jab a Xacto in his arm or neck or legs or whatever. So I would feed from Jon Every day. this happened, just between meals. He also would feed from me.
While we spent our time sightseeing, I had a camera loaded to the gills . However Jon wouldn’t let me take pictures, of course, when we went to vampire gatherings.
Please forgive me for being so late. But, the 9th chapter. I felt was worth a moment to keep up with
And, thanks to all of you who read it.
Chapter 9
It’s A Whole New Experience
We come equipped with new kicks and Stetsons
The super saggy rags and the white trash connection
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool; we don't need to be seen
It's all about the green, not the drugs we are takin
That shits free with an LP in circulation
And we be wasting time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud
We're tearing up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinking
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Putting stops on crews
They get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles stem from pioneers
Leaving’ suckers in awe
And you get jawed for looking queer
Can you hear me or am I talking to the wall
That's Top Dog calling out each and every one of y'all
You get balls; you come and talk that shit
But Top Dogs camp ain't anything to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn you
I got this Jacksonvile thang with more love that California
Drunken DJ smokin cognac dips
Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be
Got young Marines with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold
I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin with Top Dog
You’re fuckin with family
No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear
Any time you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinking
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin
You can check me, but that shit don't slide
You can get your life took tryin to take my pride
You ride with whom, man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
And got gigs all money
Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin
Your nothing’ of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you
I'm all about the everyday nothing’ at all
See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin’ a ball
I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around; I might write me a tune
The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist
I might go fishing and again I might not
I might get me a forty or pour me some A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed
I dissed everybody and their mom for spite
Cause everybody's barking, but nobody ever bites
You’re talking loud, saying nothing
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy because he's as big as a house
Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
I'm the estranged, deranged person because I can blame others
Got a way with the world and now I'm looking' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble
Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday that passes
Ain't a masochistic, rock statistics
I'm a very shy simplistic
And get this, some people say I changed
I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name
A little extra game and extra cash could see
You could fuck me, but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lie up in the Caymans for four straight seasons
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
You’re all up in the past, that's ass
Hear what I say
I'm all about today and I'm a die that way
Bitch
Sorry but I just had to post this addition to the Chad Bloody Journey. It was a song but it hit home when I listened to the tunes
After we returned from our visit in New England, it began to be a blast for me as a young teenager. For most of the summer I worked in tobacco fields for a shitty amount of money. This man I worked for had huge amounts field and crops. So I was a budding teen and wondered where he became such a landowner. Inside joke I guess.
School’s now in session and I’m entering the 7th grade. In those days, for grades 7th and 8th, they were. While I was doin my thang at school with a boy, I began to really blossom as a kid going through it for a long time. I also had the time for lots of friends and such now. This was also a time for interests in girls and guys. I was so happy in those days for all of the outside games.
My mom had gone back to teaching and I hated that cuz she was my teacher in several courses. I never got way too many songs in my head
Well, right on time, Jon arrived. in the town for the first night. He then. asked my parents if would be permissible to take me to the mountains was OK to take me with him to the Great Smokey National Park.
I found out later that he had convinced my parents that he was “a distant relative.” My parents became very interested in Jon and they agreed that I could go with Jon every summer so I would have a clue when things began to be shity.
This trip was to help me understand vampires in general and for me to begin understanding a lot of other things. In the seventh grade I still had the urge to begin making friends and most importantly to lay a good , foundation like you’re reading about. We stayed in a high dollar hotel. I enjoyed it alot.
We did some playing “tourist.” a few days, but the majority of time was spent on me learning the ways and culture on the subject of vampires. A bonus for me happened on this. Jon would jab a Xacto in his arm or neck or legs or whatever. So I would feed from Jon Every day. this happened, just between meals. He also would feed from me.
While we spent our time sightseeing, I had a camera loaded to the gills . However Jon wouldn’t let me take pictures, of course, when we went to vampire gatherings.
Please forgive me for being so late. But, the 9th chapter. I felt was worth a moment to keep up with
And, thanks to all of you who read it.