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  • http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0267891/ adresinden detaylari gorulebilecek eski filmlerin tadinda eglenceli bir film.
  • spoiler
    filmin en iyi esprisi
    johnny knoxville özürlü rolü yapmayı ögrenmelidir. 4 dvd alır ve izlemeye başlar.
    i am sam, rainman, forrest gump, the best of chevy chase.
  • en sevdiğim spor yazarı olan bill simmons'ın yepyeni projesi. grantland'in spor ve popüler kültür üzerindeki global etkisini görmüştük, grantland kadar sağlam ve başarılı olacak mı bakalım.

  • bill simmons babanın yeni sitesi olacak. grantland tarzı bir şey olmasını beklesem (grantland ekibinin önemli kısmını beraberinde hbo'ya götürmüştü zira) de illa ki ekstraları olacaktır. 2016 yılında bir zaman faaliyete geçecek.
  • bugün yayın hayatına başlamış web sitesi. andrew sharp, zach lowe ve rembert browne yok maalesef. grantland kadar güzel olmayacak sanki.
  • zach lowe'sız bir şeye benzemeyecek olan ukala bill simmons'ın yeni ürünü.
  • genellikle politik veya toplumsal konular hariç sinema, edebiyat, müzik ve ağırlıklı olarak spor yazıları oluyor. benzer şekilde podcast'ler de var. açıkçası gün be gün takip etmedim ama birkaç nba yazısını beğenmiştim. özellikle draft öncesi ve sonrasında mantıklı ve değişik yönden ele alan yazılar iyiydi. grantland'i hiç takip etmedim.
  • kısa tarihinin en iyi içeriğini 2018 nba draft'i için çıkardığını düşündüğüm web sitesidir. yer işaretlerine atılası...
  • girişi sadece bana mı bang bang my baby shot me down şarkısını andırıverdi, hakikaten güzel şarkı.
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    *plane crashing*
    yeah, yo, ı'm just gonna write down my first thoughts
    see where this takes me, ’cause ı feel like ı wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now, yeah!

    let me explain just how to make greatness
    straight out the gate, ı'm ’bout to break you down
    ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, ı'm 'bout
    to rape the alphabet, ı may raise some brows
    ıf ı press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
    full magazine could take staples out
    savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
    but bitch, ı'm off the chain like kala brown
    motherfucker, shut the fuck up when ı’m talkin’, lil' bitch
    ı’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? oh, critiquin'
    my talent? oh, bitch, ı don't know who the fuck y’all are
    to give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
    you mention me, millions of views, attention in news
    ı mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
    billions of views, your ten cents are two
    skim through the music to give shit reviews
    to get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
    don't get misconstrued, business as us'
    shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
    or get dissed, 'cause ı just don't get
    what the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to
    do you have any idea how much ı hate this choppy flow
    everyone copies though? probably no
    get this fuckin' audio out my audi yo, adiós
    ı can see why people like lil yachty, but not me though
    not even dissin', it just ain't for me
    all ı am simply is just an mc
    maybe "stan" just isn't your cup of tea
    maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
    maybe ı need to stir up shit, preferably
    shake the world up if it were up to me
    paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
    ı should eat a pill, probably ı will
    old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
    ı breathe on the mirror, ı don't see my breath
    possibly ı'm dead, ı must be possessed
    like an evil spell, ı'm e-v-ı-l (evil, spelled)
    jam a crest whitestrip in the tip of my dick
    with an ice pick, stick it in a vice grip
    hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
    while ı take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
    like vice-president mike pence
    back up on my shit in a sidekick as ı lay it on a spike strip
    these are things that ı'd rather do than hear you on a mic
    since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
    jesus christ, man, how many times is
    someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (fuck my side chick!)
    you won't ever see em icy
    but as cold as ı get on the m-ı-c
    ı polarize shit, so the thames might freeze
    and your skull might split like ı passed you upside it
    bitch, ı got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
    turn down for what?
    ı ain't loud enough, nah, turn the valium up!
    'cause ı don't know how ı'm gonna get your mouths to shut
    now when it doesn't matter what caliber
    ı spit at, ı'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
    you'll turn around and just be like, "man, how the fuck
    sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
    and now he wants to take it out on us." (ooh)
    but last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
    of the mathers lp to tell me to study
    ıt'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
    ı mailed the bitch back and said if ı did that
    ı'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
    especially an effing recovery clone of me (didn't ı think)
    so finger-bang, chicken wang, mgk, ıggy 'zae
    lil pump, lil xan imitate lil wayne
    ı should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
    ı'm fed up with bein' humble
    and rumor is ı'm hungry, ı'm sure you heard bumblings
    ı heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
    ı heard your mumblin', but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
    the era that ı'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
    what the fuck you're gonna do? who are you runnin' to?
    ı'm gonna crumble you and ı'll take a number two
    and dump on you, if you ain't joyner
    ıf you ain't kendrick or cole or sean then you're a goner
    ı'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
    ı guess when you walk into bk you expect a whopper
    you can order a quarter pounder when you go to mcdonald's
    but if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get revival
    but y'all are actin' like ı tried to serve you up a slider
    maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
    and you woulda bought it
    but sayin' ı no longer got it
    'cause you missed the line and never caught it
    'cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
    'cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
    with your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
    and ı'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
    what ı'll never be is flawless, all ı'll ever be is honest
    even when ı'm gone, they're gonna say ı brought it
    even when ı hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
    with a bottle full of malt liquor
    but ı couldn't bottle this shit any longer
    the fact that ı know that ı'ma hit my bottom
    ıf ı don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
    ı don't see why y'all even started with me
    ı get impeached, my enemies die
    ı don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
    ı'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
    now you see why ı don't sleep, not even a wink, ı don't blink
    ı don't doze off, ı don't even nod to the beats
    ı don't even close my fuckin' eyes when ı sneeze
    "aw, man! that bet cypher was weak, it was garbage
    the thing ain't even orange—oh my god, that's a reach!"
    shout to all my colorblind people
    each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
    aquamarine, or you think water is pink
    "dawg, that's a date." "looks like an olive to me."
    "look, there's an apple!" "no, it's not, it's a peach!"
    so finger-bang, pootie tang, burger king
    gucci gang, dookie, dang
    charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what ı say
    give me donkey of the day
    what a way for 2018 to get underway
    but ı'm gonna say everything that ı wanna say
    welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
    ınvite 'em in like a one a day; ı'm not done (preach)
    'cause ı feel like the beast of burden
    that line in the sand, was it even worth it?
    'cause the way ı see people turning's
    makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
    ı'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
    and ı was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
    has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
    or still yet to be determined?
    'cause ı'm determined to be me, critique the worship
    but if ı could go back, ı'd at least reword it
    and say ı empathize with the people this evil serpent
    sold the dream to that he's deserted
    but ı think it's workin'
    these verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
    and he's too scurred to answer me with words
    'cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
    but ı know at least he's heard it
    'cause agent orange just sent the secret service
    to meet in person to see if ı really think of hurtin' him
    or ask if ı'm linked to terrorists
    ı said, "only when it comes to ink and lyricists."
    but my beef is more media journalists
    (hold up, hold up, hold up…)
    ı said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
    can get a mouthful of flesh
    and yes, ı mean eating a penis
    'cause they been pannin' my album to death
    so ı been givin' the media fingers
    don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
    but they been puttin' me through the wringer
    so ı ain't ironin' shit out with the press
    but ı just took this beat to the cleaners

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