reveeets, what do you mean? You mean it’s made it easier for teenyboppers that think they are vampires to bang teenyboppers that don’t think they are vampires?
I don’t know about banging, I thought the whole Twilight thing was about virgins sublimating their sexuality to supernatural themes or something? and shirtlessness?
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon’ and put it in the air son
Dawg, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole’s closin this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Screamin, “Shoot don’t please”
I put my fifth back on my hip
It’s like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, “Go he there”
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I’m in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y’all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, “Outside right we”
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
‘Cause Jungle said, “Block your on enemies the”
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I’m laid in the bed thinkin ’bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, “No hell”
She talkin ’bout, “Me kiss”
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, “Stressed really I’m”
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that’s about the time the story begun
That’s when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, “Son we found that nigga we gotta kill”
[Message Beep]
Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him right now!
Let’s kill him)
[Message Beep]
“Yo, this Yodawg, leave it. Peace”
I just took a greasy pizza diahrea it was all acidy and shit and it burned my anus. then my hemmoroids started bleeding so i stuffed my butthole with kleenex to make it stop.
and yet it was so much more pleasurable than reading this dumbass rap song.
What could be more impressive than some junior-high level couplets? I mean, rhyming (sort of) every two lines? Genius! Pure genius!
And what a story! I’m sure this fine writer will be entertaining, yea, edifying his co-workers at NIggah-in-da-box with more enlightening tales.
Personally, I can’t wait for another engrossing tome from Mr. Yodawg.
Anyways, aside from sharing that great song,i’m just trolling while getting paid too so it’s a win-win that i got dudes crying about it without knowing what it really is 😀 I love seeing dudes getting internetz butthurt.
Oh God How many of those “if u watch _ backwards” do we have to sit through that shit is old and tired and ridiculously unoriginal. Almost NEVER funny yet everyone thinks there a genius every time they copy it
Meh.
Say what you will about them but those movies have made it easier for vampires to score with teenyboppers.
reveeets, what do you mean? You mean it’s made it easier for teenyboppers that think they are vampires to bang teenyboppers that don’t think they are vampires?
I don’t know about banging, I thought the whole Twilight thing was about virgins sublimating their sexuality to supernatural themes or something? and shirtlessness?
It’s also gotten those “actors” lots of ass.
If you watch Pay it Forwards backwards, everyone pays it backwards.
If you watch Memento backwards you go forwards or backwards or………..something.
Same with Inception…
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon’ and put it in the air son
Dawg, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole’s closin this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Screamin, “Shoot don’t please”
I put my fifth back on my hip
It’s like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, “Go he there”
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I’m in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y’all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, “Outside right we”
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
‘Cause Jungle said, “Block your on enemies the”
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I’m laid in the bed thinkin ’bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, “No hell”
She talkin ’bout, “Me kiss”
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, “Stressed really I’m”
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that’s about the time the story begun
That’s when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, “Son we found that nigga we gotta kill”
[Message Beep]
Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him right now!
Let’s kill him)
[Message Beep]
“Yo, this Yodawg, leave it. Peace”
I just took a greasy pizza diahrea it was all acidy and shit and it burned my anus. then my hemmoroids started bleeding so i stuffed my butthole with kleenex to make it stop.
and yet it was so much more pleasurable than reading this dumbass rap song.
What could be more impressive than some junior-high level couplets? I mean, rhyming (sort of) every two lines? Genius! Pure genius!
And what a story! I’m sure this fine writer will be entertaining, yea, edifying his co-workers at NIggah-in-da-box with more enlightening tales.
Personally, I can’t wait for another engrossing tome from Mr. Yodawg.
Yeah its a dumb ass rap song that someone like Nas can actually came up with a song/story telling backwards. But im sure y’all can do better right?
Anyways, aside from sharing that great song,i’m just trolling while getting paid too so it’s a win-win that i got dudes crying about it without knowing what it really is 😀 I love seeing dudes getting internetz butthurt.
TLDR
ditto
Anyway, I think that Scott’s post was really pertinent and funny.
Oh God How many of those “if u watch _ backwards” do we have to sit through that shit is old and tired and ridiculously unoriginal. Almost NEVER funny yet everyone thinks there a genius every time they copy it
It’s “they’re” actually.
^ It’s “THERE”….actually.