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#22318
This is the story of a guy who decided to spam me.
(not related to the driver series, but related to a member of these boards)

It's a message sent from T.K. formally known as CJayC.
Blatantly advertising his new forum.
Time for me to send T.K. back a shot of his own medicine.

T.K. wrote:Subject: Please visit my INVISION POWER BOARD
T.K. wrote:Plz?

Link is second in signature
madness wrote:SPAM!
T.K. wrote:DAMN RIGHT, IT'S SPAM
madness wrote: come'on man, (wanna f**k with me?)

don't act like a vagina,
hiding behind a recliner,
waiting to get fucked up,
being a stupid minor.

when you should be a designer,
not a stupid advertiser.
I'm signing the finer line,
f***ing you up with this sign.

refining the finer line,
with a hacksaw for a better boarded boarder
conquering you ass with a dangerous blunted boarder.
f***ing you ass up.

So I dump you in the sea,
with a family of fishes,
finish off my day,
rolling a blunt.
smoking it up, and
calming the f**k down!

yeah, take that f***ing spammer!
*T.K. formally known as CJayC ***DEAD***!
maybe he can revive himself and battle me!
#22322
sorry, I'm an impatient f**ker.
I had to complete this one myself.
But feel free to battle me still.
and remember, no cheating.

T.K. wrote:*I rejuvenated, replenished and restored.
I'm knocking at your door.
Which opening.

so your, chain-smoking, you start coughing and choking.
to much weed, setting you free, in the streets,
your a free-man, frequently smoking up till I seis-es, beat into tender meats.
and I don't intend to be beaten, cause my mind is meeting facts and I'm pretty strap.
so you be finding weed sweet, but it messes with ya, playing with ya. BODY.


yo! man.
your minds so twisted around.
Let me shake it, turn it upside down.

I ripping you head, OFF.
driving to seabeds, AND.
Feeding you to sharks, AND.
laughing at ya, man!

and you should be smoking with a bong,
so your not turning into a dong
like your mom, being a boong.
Just let me sing her a song.

A rhyme about your fucked up mentality.
your sexual ability and your morality.
a super-fucked-up personality.
and in reality, I got a better degree sexually.


ah!, I wrote that (everything except the second verse) in approximately 5 minutes so it's pretty wack. But I spent more time incorporating my other rhyme about smoking using a bong. I expect an official responce from T.K. formally known as CJayC now.

And yes, I will always refer to T.K. as "T.K. formally known as CJayC". Using the name T.K. is so annoying and confusing with a character in Driver: Parallel Lines. I gotta beef with that too.


madness wrote:Dude, you just another cocky f**ker.
spending to much time in bed with ya mum.
Home schooled That's where you get your degree, sexually.
Is this why your proud with glee.

Doing everyone in your family.
Yes I can see, your morality.
It's declining while your ejaculating.
On ya moms seat. I'm sitting here hating.
Dictating my frustration.

I have a plea and you should agree.
Leave your family and go into the army.
With barely any privacy it's a recipe for disaster.
and hopefully recovery, I'm hoping it's a remedy.

If you survive the army,
hopefully you set some boundaries
no longer f***ing your family.
and fancy a girl of your dreams.
Probably a good example of a battle if anyone is interested.
Too bad, I'm mostly battling myself :lol: .
Time for 'T.K. formally known as CJayC' to come up with something dope.
#22326
*cue backup dancers*
They told him "Don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear"
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it. beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it,
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it
#22332
*cue backup dancers*
Your Butt Is Mine
Gonna Tell You Right
Just Show Your Face
In Broad Daylight
I'm Telling You
On How I Feel
Gonna Hurt Your Mind
Don't Shoot To Kill
Come On, Come On,
Lay It On Me All Right...

I'm Giving You
On Count Of Three
To Show Your Stuff
Or Let It Be . . .
I'm Telling You
Just Watch Your Mouth
I Know Your Game
What You're About

Well They Say The Sky's
The Limit
And To Me That's Really True
But My Friend You Have
Seen Nothing
Just Wait 'Til I Get Through . . .

Because I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On, You Know
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once Again,
Who's Bad . . .

The Word Is Out
You're Doin' Wrong
Gonna Lock You Up
Before Too Long,
Your Lyin' Eyes
Gonna Take You Right
So Listen Up
Don't Make A Fight,
Your Talk Is Cheap
You're Not A Man
You're Throwin' Stones
To Hide Your Hands

But They Say The Sky's
The Limit
And To Me That's Really True
And My Friends You Have
Seen Nothin'
Just Wait 'Til I Get Through . . .

Because I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It, You Know
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You Once Again,
(Just To Tell You Once Again)
Who's Bad . . .

We Can Change The World
Tomorrow
This Could Be A Better Place
If You Don't Like What I'm
Sayin'
Then Won't You Slap My
Face . . .

Because I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It, You Know
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)

Woo! Woo! Woo!
(And The Whole World Has
To Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once
Again . . .)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It-You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know, You Know, You
Know, Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You
(Just To Tell You Once Again)

You Know I'm Smooth, I'm
Bad, You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm
Bad Baby
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know, You Know, You
Know It, Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Woo!
(Just To Tell You Once Again)

You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad-You
Know-Hoo!
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad-I'm Bad-
You Know It, You Know
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You Once Again . . .
(Just To Tell You Once
Again . . .)
Who's Bad?


Take that and love it. I just beat some obscure rapper with the King Of Pop
#22337
You, stealing off MJ.
you better pray, MJ don't come your way.

a spiritual child molester
coming in your doorway,
walking down your hallway,
knocking at your bedroom door,
spitting semen all over your floor.

Walking up to ya core
pulling down your drawers
playing with you some more
exploring and adoring your lions roar
#22339
Screw that. I'm gonna win with a song from Driver

*rushes dancers away*

There it is... check it out

Move, if you got the nerve
Lash out for your just desserts
It's not just the words
Some of y'all heads up in the clouds
I'm a bring y'all back to earth
It's black back to birth
bullsh** y'all talking bout
Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned
Cause y'all got to learn
It's your turn like Detroit Red
When his head had an ultra perm
The long walk to burn your bare heels
So worn were your boots
The game camouflage like army suits
But I can see it more clear cause I came with the Coup in here
Ring the alarm and form the troops
Send them out into the world, go to war on a flute
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
Now I'm comin at ya next, sick of hearing something wrong with me
f**ker something's wrong with you
When you see they just way to smart to question
The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion
The governments of the world is shark infested
They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston
Man yeah it gets low here real low
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

[Chorus]
I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny)
I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny)

-Boots Riley-
Death to the pigs is my basic statement
I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement
Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement
Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments
I was grippin' my palm around some sh*tty rum
Tryin' to find psalm number 151
To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode
Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns
Now get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Steadily subtracting seeds and stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
I weed my brain off that and the Jesus hymns
If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems
Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in
We gettin greased again
The truth I write is so cold it'll freeze my pen
I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you
Never let they punk ass ever defeat you
They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see-thru
All y'alls' gold mines they wanna deplete you
I ain't just fine to rap on the track, I'm fine to clappin them back
And it's been stackin' to that
Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'Lac
Before they told Rosa black in the back
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack
Before Gil Scott traded rappin for smack
This beat alone should get platinum plaques
I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap
'Cause if we bappin' them back we automatically stacked

[Chorus]

-Talib Kweli-

[unknown line] like Truman C
Tariq, Boots and me
Activating the community
Up in the bay like Huey P
[unknown line]
But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it
Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
This my favorite sh*t, I came in the game with a new way to spit
That got you questioning who you bangin' with
Take it back to Imhotep
Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
Killer flow for all my real niggaz lap it up
Inform the family of the jiggaboo(?) that there's been a death
Once again you can feel hip-hop
The underground still about my glock
Gangsta like f**k the cops
Tell 'em Kweli a revolutionary mc, and that ain't about to stop
#22340
"my favorite mutiny" was one of my favorites from Driver: Parallel Lines.
Time for you to think of something unique.
Harlequin wrote:'Got 'em dancing on the dance floor;
I don't get punk'd like Ashton Kutcher,
I die hard like Demi Moore.'
There TK. Three lines. Run with it.
Sounds like the works of wannabe rapper Pete Wentz.
To bad he is in the wrong genre.
#22341
Creativity is not my thing. It took me a year to come up with the name of the site.

Hey you!
You on drugs?
How you gonna get a job?
Don't be comin up in
Here with that attitude

Lookin' funny
Talkin' funny
Don't you wanna be somebody?
Better get your look
In line with soceity!

Better bet
You're a threat
People watch your every step
They get. nervous when you
don't expect it

What you gonna do?
Cause you're only 'being you
They're just scared of themselves
Cause they know they're like you

[Chorus]
Crash into weird
Make 'em think you're crazy
Smash into weird
Make 'em think you're faking it
Crash into weird
Make 'em think you lost your mind
Smash into weird
Make a circus act cry

[Noises]

I don't need any drugs
This is me when I'm sober
You can't get wierder
So pretenders move over

Is he straight? Is he gay?
Is he black? Is he white?
I'm walking every line
Like batman at night

"Sir, what's your occupation!"
Well I'm kindof a singer
I kinda get a groove
'N people shake it 'til they tingle

I'm a deadbeat student
Derilect irresponsible
Dying of ADD
Cause the beat is unstoppable

Too weird for a grammy
Picked by industry farts
At the mental ward you know
I'll be topping the charts

Follow me to insanity
Uncut humanity
We're really just normal
But the world is all craziness

[Chorus X 3]
#22346
T.K. wrote:Creativity is not my thing. It took me a year to come up with the name of the site.
Yeah well creativity isn't my thing either (well drawing anyways).
Shrooms or a hit of acid would help!
T.K. wrote: Hey you!
You on drugs?
How you gonna get a job?
Don't be comin up in
Here with that attitude

Lookin' funny
Talkin' funny
I thought you wrote that for a moment.
It didn't seem professional, but when the word weird started randomly appearing I decided to further research to find it's called "Crash Into Weird" by Tay Zonday.


You could attempt something creative.
But I guess good inspiration helps!
and since your not into rap, it makes it more difficult.
Umm... I guess it's up to me to start a beef with sedans so we can battle.
#22348
I found a song that describes me

"Too Much Time On My Hands"

Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve oclock news blues
And Ive given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder Im not crazy? is it any wonder Im sane at all
Well Im so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin but Ive no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder Im not a criminal?
Is it any wonder Im not in jail?
Is it any wonder Ive got

Too much time on my hands, its ticking away with my sanity
Ive got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
Ive got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands

Well, Im a jet fuel genius - I can solve the worlds problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as Im buying
Is it any wonder Im not the president
(hes not the president)
Is it any wonder Im null and void?
Is it any wonder Ive got

Too much time on my hands, its ticking away at my sanity
Ive got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
Ive got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
#22400
You've gotta be kidding me. I'm sorry, but I'm rooting for Madness on this one. You spammed my e-mail with NINJAS and you spammed me with PMs with your imageboard. You need to stop spamming.
#22409
madness wrote:
Harlequin wrote:'Got 'em dancing on the dance floor;
I don't get punk'd like Ashton Kutcher,
I die hard like Demi Moore.'
There TK. Three lines. Run with it.
Sounds like the works of wannabe rapper Pete Wentz.
To bad he is in the wrong genre.
More google-ing or are you on Twitter?! If it was twitter, add me:)
#22675
T.K. wrote:That'd be great. I'll dig through my archives to get more lyrics
Oh, please no!
Otherwise I'll resuscitate MJ to haunt you.
He'll become the plastic face of one of your action figurines.
He'll be checking you out, and you wouldn't know a thing.
*evil intentions
chrisl121212 wrote:You've gotta be kidding me. I'm sorry, but I'm rooting for Madness on this one. You spammed my e-mail with NINJAS and you spammed me with PMs with your imageboard. You need to stop spamming.
hahaha, rooting!
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