rat man was smokin crystal an gettin high when the big red rainbow dash puss cam. "I luv ur cunt babe.' raat man saya
"fuck you" rain bow said
"i will destroy your asshole bitch whore cum cracker!"
":oh yea!"
like stickin a crossbow into a combine guard's eyeball. then fuck him in the arse.
rainbow's eye exploded with cum. i told you.
...
RAT MAN WAS SMOKING MORE CRYSTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he got a boner.
it was weeeeeet.
"OUCH! FUCK!' he yellya
niggas like to yellya when dey hard. i know from esperience. fuck you.
rainbow tash then tried to light his dick on fire and smoke it like a blunt. it worked and hurt rat man.
"that hurt" rat man said.
"good, nigga" rainbow said. team daddy. butthole.
the one who knokcs
gggggggg
Rat man fell through the floor. baby "i luuv uu!" he saya to the comp cub
comp cub "I dont like your cock! i think your stupid and crystal ar stupid."
"HOW DARE YOU!? CUM CRACKER BITCH! crystal be mah nigga! and yo puss is mine"
"i see saw you wit rain bow cash. you cheating whore!"
"I SWILL DESTROY YOUR ASSHOLE PATHETIC CUBE!"
then rat man took off his pants and raped the fukhead because it was a black jewish companion cube,
why did the jew have to sit at the back of the oven?
he was also black.
why does susie have AIDs?
because i restrained her and fucked her orfice.
i have AIDs!
glAdoos got angry cause they made up.
glAdoos "i will tentacle rape you all!"
Rainbow was playa ing portle dos2 when she found a spooky rat man eastar eg! "oh no! im scared! oh no! ratman and compy ar gettin rapede by satan! and GALDUS!"
better try to save mah niggaz! kjumps through tv "Ouch!?!"
wanna get fucked jup? - MS (OC LELZ)
i dus' rain bow sayya?
they get high then MS makes phosphane gas then they all die except MS cause he wan bad moutha fucka nigga!
nobody fuks with MS''ss labotomy!
"OH NO ITS THE KRAKEN! SPACE KRAKEN! BALLZ"
MS pimp slap that MOFO n go to the crystal palace to get layedd.
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SLIDE TO THE LEFT! the bright neon sign said. twist you nigger.
gets dome new decors for this krib yo!
"i need cock.
i would like a cockj.
you go up and ask may i have cock?"
apple jack wants some cinna mon y yo como la cacka
also shes asian and wants a coke
rbdash stars to rap yo
thats the motto nigga yolo plus swag (stuff we all get)
loosing mah virginty to mah magenta knees
pooping mah waste ah outta mah shitt ah
yo yo yo so so save our souls
we dont give a fuck cause because because
gay peeps be makin wierd noses yo
mah nigga thinks he's a cum cracker
but we all know you just a whore and cum cracker
blunt blowin'
something something something
i dont give a fuck cause
something something something
drinking cough syrup and rubbin one off
welcome to mah laya to get a layaed
mah niggas be like.....
and then i be like..
dodge city gangstas dont give a fuck
an nither does i
nigga
jews like money cause dey is horney
i only one penis
i am so sorry
i looked into the heart of the tardis
now io got 7 dicks to satisfy
time to getta vag
yo
"yo rain bow that was tight!"
{ole yeller}
aight yo!
rd sars raping again
"i gotta tight pussy
just ask spike
i gotta tight asshole
just ask twist
i got big titties
just ask compy
i need some weed money
y imma prostitue
dont even fuck with dodge city gangstas
cause because becuase
big cocks
in the sky
crack co-crack
bit T says he gotta bounce
but we aint done with them dodge city whores
gotta get that money honey
WORD"
"damn nigga!" old yeller shouts
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"yo dawg! what is this sick jamz??" yeller
"Twaught Hammer SON!" twist
"damn SON"
'nice jam ey??"
"ye"
SON
"time to get baked to this sweet sound"
if your into albuquerque's emo thrash metal scene, ull probably dig there sound dawg.
...
tight tight tight
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pussy
...
"may i help i?"
"ill take a dozen sliders times twelve. do the math nigger!"
"yes mama.'
utopia sux!!
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SIGGAS NATION
representing the ABQ
what up biotch
leave at the tone
"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!3
