June 6, 2007
It’s being reported Amy Winehouse who just got married to her boyfriend Blake Fielder-Civil is saying she may never record another album or tour again.
“I’ve done a record I’m really proud of and that’s about it. I’m a caretaker and I want to enjoy myself and spend time with my husband. Blake and I didn’t get to spend any time together for a long time. I don’t want to be ungrateful. I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family.”
Who would want to make a mother out of this crackhead? Does she not realize you can’t drink alcohol or do crack when you’re pregnant? Even when she’s not drinking (though i’m sure she’s drinks the minute she wakes up) she looks a mess. Even in her promo photos and videos she looks dirty and wasted. Is she serious at all? A mother?
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June 6, 2007
The second edition of the series. Check out Part 1
Daydreamin’:
You help my work when we were 12 and a half.
You said Cam, what tha hell dog, we 12 and a half.
That house cost millions, 12 and a half.
But I still got dem condoms, 12 in tha stash.
Death:
Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze
What about that bitch that you fucked wit’ AIDS?
Aww shit come on death I ain’t know that,
You know I wouldn’t of went up in that bitch kojak
Yeah but her ass was so phat.
Dope Man:
I still bubble o’s
Still double o’s
Still double my double
Down in the double o.
Double Up:
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin’ the range
(Yo that’s Will Smith girl) naw she’s part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Down And Out:
Kitchen orders that I’m cooking
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn’t from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
Facts of Life:
I know just how it is dog, I’m still pitchin
Right around the corner from Bill Clinton
Beef and brocollii’s on, you know the grill chickens.
Family Ties:
This aint the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance
Pimp slape the slim tramp, order steak shrimp skamp
Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay
I souflet’ ya toupet and bottles be ya bouquet.
Feels Good:
I don’t do nothing for her to bust me
I would love her if her rings were rusty
Feet were crusty and arms were musty.
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