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It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heatbox all day in a nigga face
and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a "Black Cop"
X and E's, out for the cream
Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to y'all, in "Any Given Sunday"
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce
come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!

[J-Ro]
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's like a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in thier goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's
cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell weed?)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons

[Tash]
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference
For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's +Restless+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist!

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!

"When You're Gone"

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

[Chorus]
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

[Chorus]

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah


(om.hanna)hmp

MICHAEL JACKSON
Äiti ja lapsi keskustelevat: - Äiti, onko Jumala mies vai nainen? - Jumala on sekä mies että nainen. - Äiti, onko jumala valkoinen vai neekeri? - No jomala on sekä valkoinen että neekeri. - Entäs onko jumala homo vai hetero? - Jumala taitaa olla sekä homo että hetero. Poika miettii vähän ja sitten keksii: Äiti, onko jumala Michael Jackson?

Mitä Michael Jackson tekee lastentarhan ruokalassa? Etsii jotakin pientä suuhunpantavaa.

Mitä Michael Jackson tekee puutarhassa? Siementää mukulat

Mitä Michael Jackson tekee hississä? Painaa nappulaa.

Mitä Michael Jackson tekee talvella? Vetää lasta pulkassa.

Mitä Michael Jackson sanoi, kun käsi murtui? Täytyy panna lasta.


ALKOHOLI
Savolainen meni hienostoravintolaan: Ukko: Hei, tarjoelijavosu! Tuokee Koskenkorvoo! Tarjoilija: Tuonko sen ehkä kolalla? Ukko: No tuokee vaekka lumilapiolla, kuhan tulloo noppeesti!

Metsäkämpällä äijät kyllästyivät yksitoikkoiseen ruokavalioon ja lähettivät yhden kaverin ostamaan yhteisillä varoilla kaupungista muonaa. Mies palasi mukanaan 50 pulloa vodkaa ja kaksi näkkileipäpakettia. - Mitä pirua sä meinaat? Mitä me tehdään kaikella tolla leivällä?


VITSI haha!
I am an Italiano: One day ima gonna LA to bigga hotel. Ina morning I go down to eat breakfast. I tella waitress I wanna two pisses toast. She bring me only one piss. I tella her I want two piss. She say go to the toilet. I say you no understand, I wanna to piss onna my plate. She say you better no piss onna plate, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna ma bitch. Later I go to eat at the bigga restaurant. The waitress bring me a spoon and knife but no fock. I tella her I wanna fock. She tell me everyone wanna fock. I tella her you no understand. I wanna fock on the table. She say you better not fock on the table, you sonna ma bitch. So I go back to my room ina hotel and there is no shits onna my bed. I Call the manager and tella him I wanna shit. He tell me to go to toilet. I say you no understand. I wanna shit on my bed. He say you better not shit onna bed, you sonna ma bitch. I go to the checkout and the man at the desk say: "Peace on you." I say piss on you too, I gonna back to Italy.

Ylös ja alas ja ympäri
ja alemmas ja eteenpäin
ja lopulta pökerryksissä
tietämättä minne kiinnittää
nykivät pupillit

Ja suhteessa erääseen tiettyyn tähteen
ja suhteessa kuuhun
joka pakenee ja haihtuu

Kädet pidellen näkymätöntä planeettaa
leväten näkymättömällä tangolla

ja suuntautumatta minnekään

SININEN ENKELI
-2 cl Parfait Amour
-2 cl vodka
-jäitä
-sprite
-vodka, likööri ja sprite

Valmistustapa: rakennetaan
Lasi: grogi
Tarjoilulämpötila: Viileä

SADEMETSÄN SIMA :D
-2 cl Sky vodka
-1 cl Pisang Ambon
-1 cl Gato Negro
-6 cl Puristettua appelsiinimehua
-1 cl Puristettua limemeuhua
-Jäämurskaa

Kaada kaikki aineet (paitsi Pisang Ambon) koneshakeriin. ``sheikkaa`` niin kauan kunnes juoma on kauniin vaalea. Kaada juoma jäähdytettyyn coctaillasiin. Tiputa lasiin hitaasti
lusikkaa käyttäen Pisang ambon.

VARMA PERÄRUISKE
-1 dash (loraus) kirkasta viinaa
-2 dash (loraus) pisang ambon
-1.5 dash (loraus) pepsi caputsino
kaikki sekasin taxin jälkeen

Valmistustapa: ravistetaan
Lasi: olut
Koristeet: ruma taxi kuski
Tarjoilulämpötila: Kylmä