I be Cracker Jones and I will whoop your ******y ass at Hockey.

Kenny Loggins rocks, but the but the BeeGees rule far more hardcore than Kenny.

Cracker Jones out biatch

- J.

ghey

WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WE GONNA DO IT LIKE THIS
ANYTIME YOURE READY, CHECK IT

I GOT SEVEN MACK 11'S, ABOUT EIGHT 38'S
NINE 9S, TEN MACK TENS, THE **** NEVER ENDS
YOU CANT TOUCH MY RICHES
EVEN IF YOU HAD MC HAMMER AND THEM 357 *****ES

MUPPET BABIES WE MAKE OUR DREAMS COME TRUE
MUPPET BABIES WE'LL DO THE SAME FOR YOU

WHEN YOUR WORLD LOOKS KIND OF WEIRD AND YOU WISH THAT WEREN'T THERE
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND MAKE BELIEVE AND YOU CAN BE ANYWHERE


I WALK THE STREETS AT NIGHT WITH MY HEAD DOWN
IN THIS LITTLE TOWN YOU SEE CLOWNS THAT WANNA BE DOWN
SO THEY GET A GLOCK AND LICK SHOTS TO GET PROPS
AND WHEN **** ROCKS ALL YOU CAN HEAR IS WHEN THE SHELLS DROP
AN OLD MAN GOT SHOT IN THE PARKIN LOT INFRONT OF MY BUILDING
I HANG WITH HIS GRANDCHILDREN
AND FOR THE ***** THAT PULLED THE TRIGGER AND TRIED TO SLIDE AND HIDE
HE GOT KNOCKED BY THE HOMICIDE

STATEN ISLAND IN THE MOTHA****IN HOUSE

Staying Alive

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around
Since I was born
And now it's all right. It's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Time's effect on man

Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin'
And everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ha, stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ha, stayin' alive

Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really try
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose
You know it's all right. It's okay
I'll live to see another day
We can try to understand
The New York Time's effect on man
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother
you're stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin'
And everybody shakin'
and we're stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ha, stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ha, stayin' alive

Life goin' nowhere
Somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin' nowhere
Somebody help me
Somebody help me yeah
Stayin' alive

Well, you can tell by the way
I use my walk
I'm a woman's man
No time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around
Since I was born
And now it's all right. It's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Time's effect on man

Whether you're a brother
or whether you're a mother
you're stayin' alive
stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin'
and everybody shakin'
and we're stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ha, stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ha, stayin' alive.


Cracker Jones out.

- J.

Replica

I'm home again, I won the war,
and now I am behind your door.
I tried so hard to obey the law,
see the meaning of it all.
Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived next door.
Long ago...

As you can see, when you look at me,
I'm pieces of what I used to be.
It's easier if you don't see me
standing on my own two feet.
I'm taller when I sit here still,
you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steal,
the kind them bullets cannot see

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

The light is green,
my slate is clean,
new life to fill the hole in me.
I had no name,
last December,
Christmas Eve I can't remember.
I was in a constant pain,
I saw your shadow in a rain.
I painted all your pigeons red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over
Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...

Raising from the place I've been,
and trying to keep my home base clean.
Now I'm here
and won't go back believe.

I fall asleep and dream a dream,
I'm floating in a silent dream.
No one placing blame on me
But nothing's what it seems to be,
yeah.

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

Nothing beats Stayin' Alive.

- J.

SONATA ARTICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No.

- J.

You better ****in believe it...............boy

You die, mother****er

- J.