GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE

GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE
And don't pay any mind if they say it's craz-
y, just blurt out that shit; you'll prove it's legit
like a newborn baby suckling yr pot-tits,
but if it's legit, that don't make it legal
whipping it out like an unlicenced Eagle
(no, not the bird, you nerd, I mean a gat)
as if you couldn't tell by the rat-a-tat-tat,
and the bullets, like mace, burning holes in yr face
just a second -- I need to call an ambulance to lace
up the body bag. Your blood is *ruining* my shag
but thems the breaks for you gankin' my skag,
so don't worry 'bout yr shorty, I treat bitches right
-- especially when they stitch they britches tight
and snug against the skin like they made o Spandex
gettin' hard like the horns of a nubian ibex,
so I puncture both you 'n yr shorty for fun,
the one with my dick, the other with my gun,
and when I pop one, the blood spots and cum drop
's wont stop this glock murderin' yr hip-hop,
'cause yr flow, like yr body, be soft & be weak
Mine's raw, so speak not, you lost a week
sitting stunned -- by my lyrical brilliance
while yr crew's in the alley gettin' raped by my minions,
that's right faggot, I've got an army to boot
and it's into sick sex, sticks teks up your poop chute
pull the trigger, impale, exploding yr brain
'n I'm saying that's the moment when everyone came
all over yr corpse, 'n up in yr guts
Dry freeze your ass like we're Jabba the Hutt
Yes, step to us and get your wig pushed back

[Ending 1:]
'n pulled out yr home like you's in Iraq,
so we'll cut off yr dick 'n leave yr body in the street
For the pigs and the pagans, like non-Halal meat
Rhymes like Abu Ghraib, putting chumps in heaps
of skin and bones, pulling up in Jeeps
with hos and sneaks: Hello, pleased to meet
Ain't let me sleep since I hit it last week
Balls up my sleeve, call me "Crypto-Orchid"
Lying on the bed like a tongue that's forkèd
commenced to pork it like every night
But I got needs; like, one bitch? That ain't right
S'all good for you fags, but the Umu has plans
Suck up and down a long list of mans
suntans, black, white, red, yellow, cut, uncut
Get in to win, yo: get in my butt.

[Ending 2:]
taste slaps 'n' blats from our gats, you sad sack
o' wackness. Best reload & rewrite your rhymes
Not even cobras would bite your rhymes
Ring up your mans, maybe ask for some tips
Slipstreams in time, parallel, don't trip
I run the waters together, the river flows out to meet
Emergent rhythms crystallize from the beat
We don't write hits, we write Number Stations
Punch your face in, you're still in elation
'cause you suck, you know it; your lines are dry
while our towers of pop-tops reach up to the sky.

I am uninstalling Google Chrome for now, but I may try it again in the future

Please provide any additional detail on your reason for uninstalling:

Chrome has recently decided to close immediately whenever I try to open it. I click the Chrome icon in my Start menu, the Chrome window sort of flickers into existence for a split-second before disappearing. This is the second time it's behaved like this; last time I solved the problem by uninstalling and reinstalling again, but I'm sick of dealing with it.

Furthermore, I've found that Chrome has serious trouble with a lot of sites. In particular, MSDN developer help pages (which I find myself using a lot these days) tend to have all their text shoved into a unreadably tiny column on the left side of the window. It also seems to have trouble with redirects; some sites I visit will redirect perfectly normally with every other browser I've used (IE, Firefox, Safari), but Chrome will inform me that the site doesn't exist (or something like that, I've forgotten exactly).

I really liked the home page with easy-to-click buttons for the places I visit most often, and the search box that magically appeared there after I'd used wordreference.com a few times was pretty cool, too. However, as far as actually browsing the web goes, Chrome seems to offer no advantages over Firefox, and for the most part is vastly inferior. I may try Chrome again in a year or so if I hear you guys have ironed out the kinks, but I'm pretty fed up with it at the moment.

SHOOBY TAYLOR - "LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SING"

Shoo soo soo waah
Shwee daa
Shraa laa laa wee wheet doo saaw
Shraa laa laa haaw
Dweet dee blaa
Dweet dee saaw daa raaaw

Laa daa daa shree
Low kuu paa
Laa daa daa shraa
Wheet dee saaw
Laa daa daa raaw
Wee da da saaw pee paaw
Squidle ya doughbee
Squidle ya dhat doe bee bee

Wee daa raaw, saaw baa daa haaw
Saa laa raaw, saaw baa haaw, yaw
Wee daa saaw, haa baa daaw shraw
'nd raaw, 'pd paaw, sidle ya doughbee
Shraw tittle yaa doughbee
'ndweet, shooby splaw
Shaw baa laa raaw, sidle' yaa doot in dee splaa
Shaaw baa laa raaw, swwe willy plaaw
fri-lilly waaw, ee shwaaw
Fill-lilly doo daa laa ba, doodl-la-da

Be-be dootn' dwaydn' shwidlya-do-da-la-ba doodle-ya-d'
Be-be dootn' bidnn dooblle-ya lnn doodle-ya-doo-lay
Dah-bay dootin' la-diddle-ditn' doo-la-la bey do-lay dotin' dwee-bee
Day-ton doo-ba-la la ren-den di-di-la-la-ren doh-day dootin'
Dway-pee-papi papi papi, Daw-pee dapi dapi dapi
Retibala to-ta-la-ba trid'ln tra-la,
Da-ba-la-ra fay tid'la tee-la-ba tridle-ya dotin' dwee-bee
do-do-dohtin' didle'-ya dotin' dwee-bay dotin' dwee-bay

Shree shraw haaw, shraw-ba-la-ra shaw-la-raw sa-la, eep sid'le ya-plaw-me
Shraw saw raw, shaw ba-da-raw ba-la-raw ba-la-
Swaaw sidle' ya-dee-bee, raw sidle' ya-dough-be-do dwee sidle' ya-dotin' do swaaw
La-be dotin' dwee swidle' ya-dotin' do raw
Sha-la-la-swaw, shaw-la-la-plaaaaw ee-daa
Sidle' ya-do da, dwit'n do-rrrraaaw

(Groovy Organ Solo)


Swee shaaw raw, sa-ba-da-raw sa-la-raw sa-la haaw-daw
Shraw daw saw, sha-ba-da-raw, sa-la-ra-sa-la
Haaw didle' ya-da-da, draw sidle' ya-dough-be dotin'
Dway sidle' ya-dweetin' de-splaw
Dough-dough dotin' dwaitin' spwidle'-ya do-do-do traw
Low-bay dootin' dawy sidle'-ya-do-da-la-pay
Didl'e-ya dootin' whhat me
be-be dotin', be-bay dotin'
Dweetin' de-shraawwww