Give a fuck whatchya heard
Yeah fuck whatchya heard
Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
What, what...
But you don't hear me though

Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatchyou know 'bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth [repeat]

That hot lic a shot
Never not strapped
Wit a Glock tongue cocked
Run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious Molotov
Cocktailin' sound bomb a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock
Too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs

Stuck on the fence
How does it feel
It don't make sense
Nothing is

That rip you a new one trick I'm the true one,
And only never know me never will no son
Leave ya laid out ta fade out
Show a cunt the door
Hit and run
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth [repeat]

That can't wait ta blast
Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on
That ex con
Hard to da bone
Darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond

Eons beyond the line never crossed,
By dem punks livin' soft while I ride that bomb
Dr. Strangelove
Into the sun
Look no hands megatons
Rode like man we can't lose
No shit, no shit

That hit it till it drip wit
Da blood of the raw way
It was fore dem forgot
Why doin' dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
fuck da wrong way
Only one real way to work
That shit out da
Beat street spit
Über freaked heat lit
Hell flame to your brain
Blood thirst
What what...
Run it back, run it

Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatchyou know 'bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth [repeat]

Criminal intent anti-legal ill
Thief in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
[x4]

Run it back, run it

Flavor Flav is still darker than this

Actually, she seems to be a bit off balance and wants to lean against the rope, but it gives way.

The Flava Flav bling the mayor is wearing is his "livery collar" or "chain of office". Old European affectation.

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Yeah, take that Will Smith and Oprah. God forbid you guys can become superstars and multi-millionaires. You have to "stay genuine", and never change, even if it means staying dirt poor or mediocre. Conforming to some vague notion of "blackness" is more important than personal achievement.

And fuck Obama too, and Ursula Burns, and any other black person with talent, drive and determination, who happens to have charisma and appeals to other races. And god forbid someone undergoes personal transformation and change to succeed, especially in a society where the chips are stacked against them on day 1. No, it's better to know one's place.

Yeah, Barack, Ursula, Will and Oprah, even though you guys are actually transforming what it means to be african american and black by kicking down barriers, so that black kids can feel they can do anything and be anyone, FUCK YOU.

Will, you should still be rapping about Philly with the other ol' skool rappers on tour on the c-circuit. Oprah, you should still be doing "who's the father!!" shows and competing with Jerry Springer and Maury. Ursula, wasn't middle management enough? And Barack my man, you did much more good as a community organizer.

C, your premise and line of thinking is ridiculous. Can you explain to me what role is acceptable for a black man? You castigate Will Smith for being weak then complain about Samuel Jackson and Denzel Washington? These guys aren't flava flav for gods sake.

Please forgive me for not seeing your sarcasm, if that's what this is. >> ^chingalera:

When it comes right down to it, who really gives a fuck why Will Smith back-slapped a reporter, or why the reporter decided to kiss him. All that really matters is that Will Smith, one of the whitest black men in America, will never get any revenue from me, as I plan to download the film from many of my friends around the world who won;t shed a tear when Hollywood dies.
He can join the other list of sell-out negroes in Hollywood who have taken the $Bait$ and become masters of a weak stereotypical representation of the African-American male.
There's the ultimate hero negro: Denzel Washington, Jim Brown, (AKA, The Victim of Society Negro
The Superhero Negro: Wesley Snipes, Samuel L. Jackson, Laurence Fishburne
The Historical Hero negro Cuba Gooding Jr., Denzel Washington, Will Smith
The Sidekick negro-Sam Jackson, Morgan Freeman, Don Cheadle
Cop/Psychologist/Social Worker Negro-Sydney Poitier, Whoopi Goldberg
and then there's the , "Only African-American female to ever win an Academy Award for best actress getting ass-raped negress, Halle Berry
Fuck Will Smith, he's another total sell-out.

Love the Flava Flav head moves.

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First things first, anal leakages of VideoShit. My name is thinker247, which means that I don't take time off from thinking, even when I'm sleeping. And in my sleep I could roast all of you like the testicle-kabobs that you are.

I told you motherfuckers to keep Blankfist away from the children, and now he's balls-deep in the kids and religion channels. Soon he'll be strutting around, preaching the virtues of anal deflowering as a method of salvation. Just like Oprah.

BeggedmetoPeeonher tells a yawn-inducing story worthy of some podunk Arkansas town's ratty news dish, and we're all supposed to fawn over it like Perez Hilton falling into punji stakes made of cocks.

The "Jester" pops his head in to make some serious announcement that he's made a million times, without even saying a word in jest. Hey Jester, you're as funny as rottenseed is relevant.

Speaking of rotten.cum, his appearance was as necessary as ovarian cancer and not nearly as comical. He couldn't buy a joke if he was Carlos Mencia. But enough of Flavor Flav's oreo baby...

It's time to fuck MrFisk. And unlike your dad, I'm not going to use a condom and I don't care if you tell your mom.

Where to begin with someone whose career hasn't begun? Seriously, of all your articles that I never read, they were terrible. And why pick the Nebraska paper? It's not like any of you can read more than the E at the top of the eye test. And that's only because you all guess.

Some of the fellow sifters mocked your employment at a porn shop, but it doesn't bother me that you were a blow-up sex doll. I just don't understand how you could stand having random semen forced into you every day. You had more douchebags grabbing your vinyl than a hipster music store.

I would write more, but I'm kind of bored...like anyone in Nebraska at any given time of the year.

Also, everyone at this roast has disappointed me. Except for thinker247. What a comedy stud. All of you should take a lesson from him. Seriously, give me money, assholes. I'm the king and I get this kind of worthless response? MrFisk, I'm sorry you had to be here for this. Mainly because there's a cow with a broken heart and an intact rectum, somewhere in Omaha.

Fuck you all.

Hey! You tricked me! Flava flav wasn't in that!

THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G'S Verse



Uhhhhhh,

Uhhhhhh,

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,

Fuck a fair one I get mines the fast way,

The ski mask way,

Uhh,

Ransom notes,

Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,

[What ya' tote]

more guns than roses,

Foes is,

shaking in their boots,

Invisible bullies like The Gooch,

Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,

Take them rhymes back to the factory,

I see,

The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,

The shit is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,

You're mad cause my style you're admiring,

Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,

You shoulda been a cop...fuck hip-hop,

With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,

Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,

Pack the gat a lot,

The flav's bout to drop uhh,


Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear,

Time for new flava in ya ear,

I'm...kicking...new....flava in ya ear,

Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear,

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear



CRAIG MACK'S VERSE



AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH here comes the Mack!



Word up don't rap no crap you bore me,

Wanna grab my dick...too lazy...hold it for me,

I'm straight that great plus the heads straighten dreads,

I'm everlasting like the toe on Pro Keds,

A tech nine,

When I rhyme,

Plus I climb,

Word is bind,

You're album couldn't fuck with one line,

It's been three years since you last hear,

But now I reappear your heart pumps fear,

To your gut,

Did your girl's butt,

I scraped it...shaped it...now she won't strut,

I smash teeth,

Fuck your beef,

No relief,

I step on stage girls scream like I'm Keith,

You won't be around next year,

My rap's too severe,

Kicking mad flava in ya ear,



RAMPAGE'S VERSE



Twenty one...Ninety Four,

Mad muthafuckin' hardcore,

It's my turn to burn now explore,

The flava in ya ear it's the boyscout,

I make outs,

I make other rappers have doubts,

[That's right]

You're fucking with the wrong clan and the wrong man that's it,

Now you got to get your dome split,

I'm going into my knapsack with my gat,

Take off my hat,

Yes I'm just cool like that,

The dangerous,

The ruggedness,

>From the Flatbush abyss,

BLS...97...KISS bounce to this,

I wanna live long in this rap game,

Niggas know my name,

Yo Puffy...,

[Burn 'em in the flames]



[You're jingling baby]

{Go 'head daddy

[You're jingling baby]

{Go 'head daddy



LL COOL J'S VERSE

Heesheeee,

Uhhhhh...blowticious,

Skeevee [mmmmmm] delicious,

Gimme coos coos love me good,

Uhh damn,

Hollis to Hollywood but is he good?,

I guess like the jeans...Uhh,

Flava like praleens,

Sick daddy iaaamean?,

Papa love it when he does it,

Niggas buzz it,

But tell me was it really just the flava that be clogging your ears,

The most safest behavior is to stay in the clear,

It's all for you...It's really all for you,

{Now what?

Punch back,

Close your eyes try to munch that,

Oil up your ankles let your Tims tap,

Bite the flava it reacts to your gold caps,

Word to mama,

I tongue kiss a pirhana,

Electrocute a barracuda...I'm here to bring the drama,



BUSTER RHYMES' VERSE



YO!...YO! The flavas in your ass crease ha!,

Busta Rhymes' about to bring the noise don't cease ha!,

Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha!,

Everybody,

Hey...HEEEEEEYYYYYYY..Hey! you better believe it's Busta Rhymes and yo

we're

bout to rip the Tri-State,

Ay yo! Hey...HEEEEEEYYYYYYY..Hey!,

I'll split your face and give you stitches,

Throw niggas in ditches,

Smack the ass on fat bitches,

Wait one sec,

I'm coming down and rolling with the heavyweight connec to the stomping

grond,

Now...don't you get suspicious,

Grant your wishes everytime,

Breaking dishes when I bust a rhyme,

I know one thing the whole world least expected,

Was how we all connected to break fool on the same record,

Five new flavas on beat...feel the fuckin' heat,

I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street,

Instead of copping pleas just freeze,

Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees,

Break it down and disappear...reappear and blow up everywhere,

Fuckin' flava's in your ear,

They'll be able to sell this tech to Flava Flav.

Flavor Flav will never die

Hey! I'm totally a white girl!

But I agree that Flavor Flav needs to die.

That lion is like the Flavor-flav of the community with that thing on its neck.

See it tonight on VH1 after the Flavor Flav show. It has better acting and fewer STD's.