I wanna hear that story too

One day, I went surfing around this place call White Plains beach. I was catching this wave with the asshole and he was like heading straight towards me. I didn't want to get hit or anything like that, so I jumped off my board. A few seconds later he came up to me, all mad and said, "You stole my wave, dick." I was pretty mad as well, so I decided to get revenge. Here's what I did: I try to catch the same wave as the asshole, and he again, heads straight towards me. But this time I sprayed at his eyes, making him fall off (I don't feel like explaining how I did the spray). After that wave, I decided to get the hell out of the beach. So I headed out to my truck, not realizing the asshole was following me. While I was putting my board away, the asshole swinged his board at me. After that, he told "Listen kid, no one fucks around with me, ok? So the next time I see you, you better not do something stupid or gay to me, you got that?" After that, he left.


P.S. Mind the shitty grammer.

what sort of stuff were you doing with him?

Damn, you should fuck him up.

Damn right I should.

Yeah, I downloaded this, but I can't use it. :[
No mic.

i liked it it waz deep u expressed how u felt

How I Live Remix

Static

Gloom, walkin' through the halls in a daze for days
Why's everybody gotta question my ways
I feel like I'm trapped, can't get out, my mind is a maze
You keep talkin', but you forgot, I don't give a fuck what you says
Always pissed, ready to flatten' some bitches like lunch-trays
I wanna fuck 'em up, but at my side my hand stays
Everyone knows, nobody sprays to graze
As soon as that motherfucker pulls the trigger he prays

This shit is real
Instead of gettin' stabbed in the back
You could fuck around and catch a bear-trap to the back
Here it aint so much kids bustin' the gats, just watch out for the bats
Cuz there's some strung out motherfuckers here who runnin' on flats
We aint in the ghetto, but sure as fuck got some hood rats
Saggin' their pants, cuz in their pockets is brass
You cross the line I'll take a switchblade to your back
You try to jump me, I'm droppin' bombs, and everybody's catchin' some flak

[Chorus]
X2
That's how I live
Rhymin' on the streets that we live
That's how I live
Tryin' to take as much as I give
That's how I live
Plantin' bad seeds in ya kids
That's how I live
Don't be actin' like you know who this is
That's how I live

I've seen my share of back alley ass-whupins
Jab, Hook, Haymaker, damn he just had his ass tooken
Be careful home boy, you better whatch where you're lookin'
Cuz it's a little too easy to have that shit mistookin'
I'm blinged out, hood up, pants saggin', I'm crookin'
When them sirens sound, best believe I'll be bookin'
I take chances like crossin the street without lookin'
Be careful what you say, cuz you're 'bout to get shookin' (Get 'um Triz!)
(Then my friend Tristan, A.K.A. Triz Nasty, would come in and finish the last half of the song)

Remember My Name

Static

I aint just out for money, nah, I'm out for fame
Gonna boot you pussy bitches right up outta the game
I don't do it for money, and it aint for no bitch dame
This is the only way I can have someone remember my name
I'm sicka all these pussys out here tryin' to claim
Like they some shit, when really they just a fuckin' shit stain
Come and step to me, I'll show you the meaning of pain
Sayin' you the best - All you stupid bitches actin' the same
I don't understand - What a shame
Fuckin' yourself over, talkin' sideways, speakin' my name
Talkin' 'bout shootin', stabbin', and how fuckin' good you can aim
Now I aint a killer, but I'll sure as hell damage your brain
I'll change the way you think, and alter your mind
By crackin' you in the head with a bat and snappin' your spine
My shit is so hard, I'm crackin' your teeth on my grind
Don't worry, when I kill it, I don't leave a body to find
I'll reach in your head, and yank out your fuckin' mind
Take everything that's yours and turn it into mine
This shit'll rush to your head like you're snortin' a line
I'm crossing a line that's so thin, and so fine
Fuck that, I'll rip right through that shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew that jit
I'm stupid, you already knew that bitch
So weather it's fortune, fame, or mug-shot frame, I'm gonna get somebody to remember my name
I'm player 1, this is my game
Hell naw I aint crazy, I'm fuckin' insane
The dro I smoke'll hit you like a 20 car train, damn right boy, that shit be flame
Just remember, I'm too wild, I can never be tame
I don't give a fuck
Shit, I don't have a fuck to give
I'm just tryin' to chill with my boys, hit parties, and live
People gettin' stabbed with hand-crafted shivs
That shit be aiming to pennitrate your ribs
Tryin' to leave no question weather or not he lives
The reality you're ever aware of
That's why we like to get fucked up
A blunt, a few 32's, and a pair of bitches
That may be your trash, but that's our treasure
Cuz those are the 3 things that give us pleasure
On a level simply too high to measure
That's how my rhymes keep comin' clever
The day that I'll give that shit up is never
Cuz that shit can keep me going forever
Until the connection to my brain is severed
'Till the lights go out like someone pulled the lever
Forever, until my brain is severed like someone pulled the lever

This one's called The Dreamer.

I got my pants saggin, and I'm smellin of bug spray
creepin by the church where all the thugs pray
Dreams of big ballin, and hopefully one day
Makin it big time so they remember my name
I just wanna stack paper and step foot in the game
Doesn't everybody want a taste of fortune and fame?
Every day I hear about these rappers grippin the grain
Foldin they're knots, gettin bitches, and they're sippin champaigne

Not done obviously