Motorik

the food

I hear ya, Grimace never looked the same in person either.

The food or the establishment itself?

this thread is going places.

double double

i do. but my employment there has nothing to do w/ my agenda of thinking people get way to worked up over stupid shit and amplify things to overdramatize on the way to making a point. if i didn't work there, i'd still have the same exact stance, opinions and thoughts.

I'm going to have to call bullshit on this. You can push your technological capitalist bullshit, but I'm not drinking the cool aid.

Verboten Subject Matter!

Who is dis is?

Peavy Classic 50, all tube 2X12 $300 to $500 used. Check E-bay, etc.

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking.

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.

And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singing.

Then I headed down the street,

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?

[believe that, boy]

You're strapped?

[Yeah, you know it]

Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out

[Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves]

*pow*

["Alright everybody..."]

This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down

Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound

Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass

I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast

My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out

This ain't personal, but now I'm about

to commit a crime and go thru with it

You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it

Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand

Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man

Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun

so me and the punk can go one on one

Cover the lens on the TV screen

you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen

Lock the doors, and throw away the key

Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see

and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit

and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit

Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt

That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

[Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off]

Allright...

Empty your pockets, but do it slow

Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor

Don't make me have to set an example today

and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away

I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny

takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money

Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard

Laughin at the dumb ass security guard

who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word

I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd

But back to the bitches I'm peepin

and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin

Took her to the backroom, about to jack

Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back

I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"

There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw

I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner

Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her

The suspense was makin' me sick

She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!

I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand

[What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man]

Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt

because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

[i said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor

Anybody moves and I shoot]

Stackin up the money and there's more to collect

cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks

Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see

[Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?]

Hurry up and get on

Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm?

I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three

or else five of ya bitches are comin with me

[Police: Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in

This is the only chance to turn yourself in]

Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot

and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot

We're sendin out the hostages, all except five

and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive

We want a copter, so we can get away clean

and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean

One hostage got brave, and got off the floor

but I smoked his ass before he got to the door

[Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!]

[MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run

now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun]

[Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass

or else the tear gas is about to blast]

I ran to the back and Ren followed behind

to a hell of a spot that was hard to find

The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin

with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin

Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped

at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop

And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught

cause a nigga like the E was finally caught

My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work

So, y'all know what time it is

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*

[Police: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or

I'm gonna shoot two of your guards]

[Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again]