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  • Lose yourself, new version BLOW yourself

    After the thread "Allah sees everything" and the potential of LM and Emimem going to kick their ass, let's see a new version....

    BLOW YOURSELF

    Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
    To seize everything your 72 virgins

    One moment
    Would you capture it or just let it slip?

    His falafels are sweaty, turban weak, arms are heavy
    There'ss vomit on his sweater already, mom's shish taouk
    He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
    To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin the damn remote
    What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
    He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
    He's dead, how everybody's jokin now
    The clocks run out, times up over, BOOM


    man that song is long!

    sheez
    three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

  • #2
    HAHAHA
    The Don Juan of Fitness Geared

    njjuiceer@cyber-rights.net

    Csecratary fo Staet for Natoinla Decauation

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    • #3
      lol

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      • #4
        Hes so dead, but he wont give up that
        Is he? No
        He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys exploded
        It dont matter, hes doped
        He knows that, but hes broke
        Hes so stacked on tnt that he knows
        When he goes back to his virgins, thats when its back to the camel again yo
        This whole bull shit
        He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him


        You better blow yourself in the street, the moment You own it, you better never let it go
        You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
        This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
        three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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        • #5
          OMG this is hilarious

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          • #6
            The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
            This world is full of infidels for the taking
            Make me Sultan, as we move toward a, new taliban world order
            A normal life is borin, but martyrrdoms close to post mortar
            It only grows harder, only grows hotter
            He blows us all over these Islamic hoes is all on him
            Desert to desert shows, hes know as the globetrotter
            Lonely roads, Allah only knows
            Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
            He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
            But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold tap water
            three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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            • #7
              HELLS! funny shit bro!
              The Don Juan of Fitness Geared

              njjuiceer@cyber-rights.net

              Csecratary fo Staet for Natoinla Decauation

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              • #8
                His wive dont want him no mo, hes cold product

                They moved on to the next Ahmed who flows
                He nose dove and sold enchiladas
                So the soap opera is told and unfolds
                I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on
                Yalla Yalla dum dum Yalla dum!
                three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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                • #9
                  No more falafels, Ima change what you call rage
                  Tear this ouallahfucking***** roof off like 2 camel caged
                  I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
                  I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
                  But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next scuds
                  Best believe somebodys payin the arabic piper
                  All the pain inside amplified by the fact
                  That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
                  And I cant provide the right type of pita for Hamas
                  Cuz man, these goddam fallafels dont buy Bin Laden posters
                  And its no movie, theres no Saddam Bagdada Bob, this was my life
                  And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
                  Tryin to blow and blow my seed on 72 virgins, plus
                  See dishonor caught up bein a wanker and a shawarma mama drama screamin on and
                  Too much for me to wanna
                  Stay in one spot check, another BOOM or not Has gotten me to the point check, I'm like a snail
                  I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up with all my blowed friend
                  Success is my only YAYAYALALALA option, failures not
                  Shishk Mama, I love you, but this El-dude has got to go
                  I cannot grow old in Eron lot
                  So here I go is my shot.
                  Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got.

                  'as-salâmu calaykum
                  three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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                  • #10
                    LOL funny!
                    The Don Juan of Fitness Geared

                    njjuiceer@cyber-rights.net

                    Csecratary fo Staet for Natoinla Decauation

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                    • #11
                      hmmmm an Irish Jump Around
                      three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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                      • #12
                        shit im bored

                        Drink it up, Drink it in
                        Let me begin
                        I came to fight
                        Battle me that's a sin
                        I won't tear the sack up
                        Wanker you'd better back up
                        Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
                        Get up, stand up, come on!
                        Come on, throw your pints up
                        If you've got the feeling puke across the ceiling
                        Paddy's is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
                        Yo, I'll pissed em in the eye
                        And then I'll take the blokes home
                        Feel it, fick it
                        Amps it are junking
                        And I got more rhymes than there's garda that are at the chips shop
                        Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
                        Plus my ma and me da

                        [

                        I came to get drunk
                        So get out your ass and puke around
                        puke around
                        puke up drink up and get down.
                        Drink [18x]
                        I'll serve your botty like John MacEnroe
                        If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
                        Word to your mums I came to drop bombs
                        I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
                        And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
                        Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
                        Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
                        So if you come to battle bring a shotgun and kill a fucking orangeman
                        But if you do you're a bollox, cause I duel to the death
                        Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
                        I gots the skill, come get your fill
                        Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill a fucking orangeman



                        I'm the cream of the Guinness, I rise to the top
                        I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
                        Or better yet a Father Ted
                        Like Daniel O'Connell
                        Try'n to play me out like as if my name was paddy
                        But I ain't going out like no ficker *****
                        Get used to one style and you know I might switch
                        It up up and around, then fuck fuck you down
                        Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
                        I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
                        Spitting out Guinness lads I'll wet ya

                        Bless ye!
                        three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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                        • #13
                          lol vandoo
                          Mod @ SuperiorMuscle

                          "The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses—behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights."
                          Muhammad Ali

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                          • #14
                            hahaha

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                            • #15
                              so anyone else want to modify some lyrics?
                              three doodoo is back! Hide your women!

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