I never actually did that rhyme I was going to do or make that movie I was going to do. But I am going to Georgia Tech next year. Maybe I will update this crap someday.
posted by G at 11:36 PM
To all my fans out there...
I am starting a movie production with my phat new camera. It is a story about a guy who bounces checks. How tight is that...
blingo out
posted by G at 1:22 PM
[Simply because noone will ever visit Pete's webpage no matter how much he updates it, I will post his rhyme from his webpage so that my fans can laugh or giggle or pity or whatever. Expect a quality rhyme from the Great One as soon as I find time and inspiration. I definately won't find any in pete's blast.]
//answering the beckoning call / my rhymes are clean and they're about to fall / I mean drop, like atom bombs on Nagasaki / I'm set to detonate and you can't disarm me //
//BOOM I explode upon the whiteness/ my flow is better- I do not jest/he has got skills on the hard court/ but this game here ain't child's sport/he's awkward, he's lazy, he's downright ugly/he looks this way like he's gonna mug me/tall white kids in fucked up chucks / an image more disturbing than Aeon Flux/ his face dispenses horror like Doug gives dome/ every feature but his brain is grotesquely overgrown/ my words stab like Hrunting, he's just throwing pebbles/ my song: a marine battalion; his: a pack of Rebels//
posted by G at 7:26 PM
the swedish sensation is as sly as a fox
he guessed up my password and opened the locks
to the chamber that holds the illicit rhyme
that is entered after i have already called time
for this he will pay, boy will he pay
but i don't feel like puttin on the boots today
so i'll just sit at this chair and blast from afar
leaving wet salty tears and emotional scars
as you read this tomorrow, quietly in class
know that whiteness is bringin out his top brass
you have stirred the vengence deep inside
and like moses parts seas i'll part you a new hide
you claim to be able to challenge my crown
but anchorage has got a lock on dirty M-Town
if you look back to the original verse
it is clear who's the man and who holds the purse
rushi had skills but your flow was a lie
while the obvious winner was none other than I
so shall it be as long as we rap
i have found the treasure while you look for the map
posted by G at 9:49 PM
yo pete is here
a. k. a. pongtong
and we are about
to rock out a song
so pete if you would like
to get this shit crackin
lay down a rhyme
so we can get back to car-jackin
this is supposed to start out bad
and get better
but I'm not worried and I'm
not gonna fetter
cuz my flow is incredible like gordo
don't even know
and my first verse is about done
so I gots to go
i roll up in my computer chair
ridin on plastic
the improvement from pete's flow
is about to be drastic
cause i've been doin this shit
for many moons now
and i move his shit sideways
like a fuckin snow plow
its gettin late now but
my rhymes is just startin
gordon is stanky,
not just cuz he's fartin
I'm breakin out in this
first blog rhyme time
my couplets are strong
as my flow starts to shine
my flow is as sweet
as a wind chime in a gale
i send shit FedEx
you use U.S. mail
when you come against me
don't bring no weak rhymes
cause if you don't watch your lip
i'll turn you into a mime
I need to get home cuz
my mom is probably bitchin
but gordon is talkin shit
and my trigger finger's itchin
so I'll take white out
with an extra-long verse
gordon might as well
take out his purse
he's nothing but a bitch
when it comes to rhyme time
and his metaphors and similes
can't come close to mine
I'm a halcyon sky
I look peaceful at first
but my storm is coming
and I'm ready to burst
you need a dictionary
when I open up my can
cuz my verbosity is
hard to understand
its on a level
ten higher than yours
every line is spit
leaves you on the floor
the ebb slows
in the flow of my rhyme
so my end is marked
with this very line
what the fuck is going on
i'll never read all that shit cause i've already won
this battle of rhythmic skill is done
and with this victim, i've had no fun
the man comes in talkin bout i don't know what the fuck
he keeps on goin but i just hear clucks
if my wallet contained a buck
i could buy his skills plus a rubber duck
and then pete comes with 30 lines of noise
bringing more sentences than the dallas cowboys
plus ray lewis but minus the poise
you like to defend while gmoney destroys
that should close out this lyrical session
now it's up to the voters to make their selection
who is the winner? start the election
is it gmoney or mr. pale complexion?
posted by G at 9:22 PM
fuck some pacific coast time...fuckin up my post time and shit. break that whole mothafuckin region off into the ocean like some goofy clock punk bitchez. i drop this shit at midnight bidnight. recognize.
posted by G at 8:55 PM
yo punk bizacks, you won't believe what the gmoney just did. i just wrote all this funny shit and i don't even know how to work this damn eblog.com shit so i touched on a bad bitch of a button and erased all my funny shit. maybe it will show up sometime later, or else my people will be missin out on some mad funny shit, like i said before. anyway, i'll be updatin my motherfuckin eblog at least once in a bidnight so holla back to the fuckest motherfresher on the WWW. and remember to click on my sponsors or get dealt with by my remmington .05mm "lady lightning" strap, which i packs to the max.
posted by G at 7:29 PM 
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
