Yeah, and the little bastard[yes, he is my illegitimate child] is making me puke my guts out.

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
Oh shit! You know, I hate to break it to you mate, but I think ther'es a good possibility you got a bambino in there!

In reply to this comment by UsesProzac:
It's getting bigger and bigger.

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
Thanks for trippin through the pq lovely lady! How's that bump comin along?

Oh shit! You know, I hate to break it to you mate, but I think ther'es a good possibility you got a bambino in there!

In reply to this comment by UsesProzac:
It's getting bigger and bigger.

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
Thanks for trippin through the pq lovely lady! How's that bump comin along?

Thanks for trippin through the pq lovely lady! How's that bump comin along?

This video has been declared a duplicate; transferring votes to the original video and killing this dupe - dupeof declared by kulpims.

*dupeof=http://www.videosift.com/video/Reverend-Alicia-is-Trippin

this is actually a dupe, but the original is dead...do with that info what you will...
http://www.videosift.com/video/Reverend-Alicia-is-Trippin

I'M TRIPPIN' BALLS!

Amy Macdonald:Poison Prince
This song is performed by Amy Macdonald and appears on the album This Is The Life (2007).

A poetic genius is something I don't see
Why would a genius be trippin' on me?
And he's looking at me now
But what he can't see
Is that I'm looking through his eyes
So many lies behind his eyes

And tell me stories from your past
And sing me songs you wrote before
I tell you this my poison prince,
You'll soon be knockin' on heavens door

Some kinda poison prince with your eyes in a daze
Some kinda poison prince your life is like a maze
And what we all want and what we all crave
Is an upbeat song so we can dance the night away

Oh who said life was easy?
Who said life was fair?
Who said nobody gives a damn and nobody even cares?

The way you're acting now like you left that all behind
You've given up
You've given in
Another sucker of that slime

Some kinda poison prince with your eyes in a daze
Some kinda poison prince your life is like a maze
And what we all want and what we all crave
Is an upbeat song so we can dance the night away

Some kinda poison prince with your eyes in a daze
Some kinda poison prince your life is like a maze
And what we all want and what we all crave
Is an upbeat song so we can dance the night away

Mothafuckas don't get mad
Cause calis kinda fly
We be the gangsta town
The niggas that like to stay high
The land of big diamonds ya'll
Palm trees lowriders and moviestars
Where fools be mobbin with the real
Original where jackin is an art
Punk niggas get they caps pilled
And the hoes ain't scared to show they bodies
They wear the fly shit and freaks the set parties
Gave it up and the hoes wearin baggy shit
They the world why niggas got'em pussy whip
They got niggas goin to pins got niggas stealin
For friends for foes for shows and more hoes
Cause it costs a grip to live on the westcoast
Cause we be flossin
We leave the world a commadose
It's all about the paper here
So hear my dear
So roll me up a little chronic
Cause LA got the byonic


See ya got to have hot
To live in cali ya'll
You got to have the fly shit
To live in cali ya'll
It's gonna cost you a grip
To live in cali ya'll
Ya see the hoes be legit
When you live in cali ya'll


They say it never rains in southern california
That's what they tell me
G's with the big bank
Livin it up just to be a hoe player
All westcoast californ
We got them runnin in flocks
Now freddies dead
But the
Got you hit to the dope spot
And like KMG
They said them hoes be trippin
Cause bitches be settin a nigga up
When you off flossin
Still tossin
Yeah I'm bout to make bread
Wake up in the mornin
Found a mothafuckin bullet in my head
But it's alright
If yo games hook up tight
And in the summer time
Riders on corners
I wish you all can be california
Ya save up all
Went from slang dope
To get a fly ride
Still funkin on them switches for the bitches
This is off the west all
They call me Mr flossy
Dolla dolla bill ya'll




Yeah... And that's the westcoast anthem cali style boy
(straight up straight up)
Yo yo... (the
Yo you want me to set it off... let me set it off for them... uhh


It's the first of the mouth
And I just came up
I'm headin to the shop to put some rims on my truck
Yeah... and you know I'm like cold on them hoes
Cause I'm rollin in a black on black 4 54
It's time for me to check my connect
So I could be on deck
Before them fiens get they county checks
I left about 11:15
I spotted this fly fly cutey
In some
And you know I'm on them gold ones
So here she come... here she come...
Here she mothafuckin kitty come
All shit it's Sabrina from cavina
I hope she don't remember that I toss her cousin tina
Uhh... she probably care anyway
Cause bitches up in cali got game for days
She needed I ride to the mail
I said stall
I got shit to do
I ain't got no time to be fuckin with you
Uhh... and plus do I look like a cab
Turn the alpine up then I slam
It was hot like a mothafucka
Headed to the store
Saw a couple little homies kickin it at the front door
They say yo... hook us up main
Bought em a 40
For me I got a tall can
I said peace
Don't be trippin little comrades
But the shit be


Yeah... cause we O hit
To bring you the fly shit
To make you feel pressure
Cause cali could test ya
Comrades still bangin
My niggas still bangin
And there's a whole lot of niggas still movin yayin


Because it's highly compatible to come up
Ya got to have hard ache
Ya got to have a lot of luck
So if I hear you sayin cali ain't shit
Yo... you probably visited the valley little bitch...

I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece
He gives me the scoop about the fake ass troops
And how nigga's out they're wanna play
I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away
How far playa? Far enough to go off the edge
I push another nigga off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the chevy
Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin
High powered on my way too the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fightings what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say f**k you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman

Now everybody know, black superman
Everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman

Now it was once said by a known loc G
Always tryna come up, and yeah that's a G
Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse
Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of 15, I enterted the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clarked all night
And when I went to class I always feel asleep
But I was out like a motherf**ker, if somebody beeped
My teacher said, 'boy can't it wait?'
I said, 'naw I got to put some mo' icin on my cake'
I think I saved about 50 G's
I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's
Moms is trippin, but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama f**ked wit the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin 5-10
I'm not takin a chase, I'm staright makin a chase
So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta they're
Because y'all motherf**ker's just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherf**ker's don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real black superman

upvote for the first :45 sec alone.

...the guy at 1:45 was soooooo trippin'

...@2:55, get a room.
...@ 3:20 , all three of you, get a room!

...@ 4:10, please no...don't tell us what all you've seen

...@ 4:50 he's thinking "yeah, I gotta passionate purpose..."

now if I could just get it to focus on this flame...no wait, that looks artistic, let's leave it that way

That conga player is trippin' his young white balls out straigt through 9 sets.....Time of hls life....who is he?

geeze that lady at the end was trippin' on her pizza idea, huh?

All the mystery behind absinthe can be relegated down to one factor: after an insect infestation destroyed the French wine crops back in the late 1800's, absinthe became the popular drink. So popular in fact, that it threatened the French wine industry and was almost named the official drink of France. After the vineyards recovered, they had to get rid of absinthe as a competitor. The solution? Demonize it. Pretty soon, you had stories of hallucinations, murderous rampages (example), etc. They were obviously successful.

And btw, the reported "hallucinatory" effects of absinthe can also be attributed to various distilleries not preparing absinthe correctly, or replacing certain ingredients with other, more dangerous chemicals. A fairly common practice considering there was no governmental regulation and how many litres of the stuff was being consumed back in the day. Thujone itself is not a hallucinogen; if so, everybody would be trippin' balls every Thanksgiving as common cooking sage as an incredible amount of thujone in it; much more so than a foreign, "real" bottle of absinthe.

So, iloseatlife, lose the attitude. It's not welcome and not appreciated, as clearly evidenced by the number of downvotes its received.

frikkin' fantastic-
ant? You begged this??....you like trippin'???