H1!
1ch b1ns! b1n g@r n1cht s0 31nf@ch vnt3rzvkr13g3n! 1ch 0wn3 d@s syst3m!!!
hr hr hr
n@ b1tt3 - 3s g3ht d0ch @vch @nd3rs - m1t d13s3r m3th0d3 k0:nnt3 m@n c0mpvt3rt@st@tvr3n w3s3ntl1ch k0mp@kt3r b@v3n... k0mm - l@ss vns 31n p@t3nt @nm3ld3n!
Sehr geehrter Her Patentmann,
bitte melden sie uns ein Patent an.
Und zwar für unser Produkt „Leetboard“.
thx m8 c ya
und? schon antwort vom patentmann?
hier die antwort:
Sehr geehrter Kunde,
es ist schon in aller munde
was sie anmelden ist Schrott
damit gehen sie bankrott
...oh gott...
ich bau ne tastatur
die braucht die 'lite nur
man spart material
und denkt verdammt noch mal
was war es früher doch
für eine sau-maloch'
und für ein stoffverbrauch
der war es früher auch
den antrag fürs patent
den hab ich nicht verpennt
doch hat der patentmann
gelacht nur noch sodann
das finde ich nicht fein
ich hau ihm eine rein
doch ist mein prototypen
dabei nicht heil geblieben
und wer ist schuld an dat?
na klar: der bürokrat
drum wird es sie nie geben
die tastatur für's leben
und schuld ist immer noch
das patentamtarschloch
doch!
Donnerstag, 9. August 2007
:-D |€€+
wos isn des? a käferl?
rucl
wos isn des jetzat?
rollin under chair laughing. eigentlcihh heisst das ja rudl (d! for desk)
hia, a steckerlfisch: -----<°)))))=<------
rucl
wos isn des jetzat?
rollin under chair laughing. eigentlcihh heisst das ja rudl (d! for desk)
hia, a steckerlfisch: -----<°)))))=<------
Montag, 6. August 2007
Rapple Battle
silence - somthing about silence makes me sick
but the colleague to my left has left - on holiday so quick
my ears can rest from screams and cries
you can believe me: that is nice
now my ears' holiday can start as well
work here is as easy as some days in a hotel
i hope 2 weeks will not go around to soon
and now i'm looking forward to friday afternoon
and i'm starting getting hungry and may stomach starts to ache
but it's still more than three hours 'til my well-deserved lunch break
for now i will quit rhyming for my desk is foll of work
but i wait for some response from the underschleisshome-jerk.
word up!
yo yo you think your ears can rest
now listen up and hear from the best
the so-called underschleisshome-jerk
can fast become a berserk
my raps are cool and tight
I will book the next flight
to hark in the mountain home
to see if you’re alone
kickin ass and takin names
leaving you in big bright flames
driving back down south
still not keeping my mouth
shouting out the car
“duisberg mot’fkar!”
yo schleisshome faget shut your trap
'cos you keep talking none but crap
you think your rhymes are tight and cool
but you are babbling like a fool
west-duisburg that's where the masters dwell
we'll send you wannabe-bavarians to hell
'cos wanna-be-bavarians
rap just like dumb barbarians
one two drink! is all they know
what now, you poor white *****roe?
one two drink is all we know?
könig pils three in a row
I rather eat a whole cow
I am happy not to be
like you in little turkey
the Bavarians are a big part
while Duisburg is like a fart
of good old germany
build a wall, don’t help me
around that ghetto where you be
took you quite long for your rap
you still rapped nuthin’ than crap
me is sido and eminem in one guy
I hope you know what I say
I slap you like a whore
10-4!
yo yo i 10-4 all, that you can bet
i pull the trigger, your shirt gets wet
my favorite number's 1-8-7
i will send you clown to heaven
i'll fetch my turkey-mob in a flick
take döner-knife cut off your d***
just build your wall you evil perv
and do stopp getting on my nerve
i shall win every rap-show-battle
and leave you staring just like cattle
that's moving to the slaughterhouse
the crow gives ME the yeahs and wows
so just stop trying to compete
i'll smother you under my feet
bleed
while I was out for food
I expected something good
but all I read is bullshit
written by a full prick
under your feet
I will make you bleed
with my words of wisdom
you better not listen
the pain is worse than hell
you won’t be doing well
187 is just a number
I don’t care you cucumber
I slice you on my bread
together with some salad
and some tasty wurst
until my tummy burst(s)
don't you dare to call me names
I'll shoot you like Jesse James
I'll eat you whole - there is no doubt
with knödels and with sauerkraut
your lunchtime food was your last meal
in your chest you'll feel the steel
give your girl a last "goodbye ho"
before my flamethrower will fry yo
give her d*** one very last time
and then listen to my rhyme
well buddy-boy - i hope you enjoy her
cause after your act i sure will destroy yer...
fool!
oh now we are getting rude
let me tell you something, dude
leave my girl outta here
or I’ll search your mom somewhere
I will tell her about what she raised
thrust me she will get crazed
when she hears what you are talking
I bet she will start stalking
she whoops your ass
there’ll be no more X-mas
for you my friend
you better stop to rant
in your lyrics that you type
now stop all this hype
about you beause
you are worse
than my purse
which is full of dollarbills
and some ecstacypills
I am a playa
not some dahergelaufener Maier
i do now know no rhymes no more
because i'm rolling on the floor
laughing like the motha-fock
like the others on my block
heat is getting over me
good thing is: don't have to pee
i'm just sweating out it all
when i from the chair off fall
you have von the battle-rap
and i will now quit the crap
give your b***ch a little slap
or much better - take a nap
use your wings and make flap flap
brats are dancing on my lap
you bear your name "sonique" for sure
you're so-unique - and i'm so poor
for your raps there ain't no cure
and you don't have no allures
quit the battle - let's stay friends
i will offer you my hands
shake them well - and you will feel
peace and love - these things are real.
peace out, bro
but the colleague to my left has left - on holiday so quick
my ears can rest from screams and cries
you can believe me: that is nice
now my ears' holiday can start as well
work here is as easy as some days in a hotel
i hope 2 weeks will not go around to soon
and now i'm looking forward to friday afternoon
and i'm starting getting hungry and may stomach starts to ache
but it's still more than three hours 'til my well-deserved lunch break
for now i will quit rhyming for my desk is foll of work
but i wait for some response from the underschleisshome-jerk.
word up!
yo yo you think your ears can rest
now listen up and hear from the best
the so-called underschleisshome-jerk
can fast become a berserk
my raps are cool and tight
I will book the next flight
to hark in the mountain home
to see if you’re alone
kickin ass and takin names
leaving you in big bright flames
driving back down south
still not keeping my mouth
shouting out the car
“duisberg mot’fkar!”
yo schleisshome faget shut your trap
'cos you keep talking none but crap
you think your rhymes are tight and cool
but you are babbling like a fool
west-duisburg that's where the masters dwell
we'll send you wannabe-bavarians to hell
'cos wanna-be-bavarians
rap just like dumb barbarians
one two drink! is all they know
what now, you poor white *****roe?
one two drink is all we know?
könig pils three in a row
I rather eat a whole cow
I am happy not to be
like you in little turkey
the Bavarians are a big part
while Duisburg is like a fart
of good old germany
build a wall, don’t help me
around that ghetto where you be
took you quite long for your rap
you still rapped nuthin’ than crap
me is sido and eminem in one guy
I hope you know what I say
I slap you like a whore
10-4!
yo yo i 10-4 all, that you can bet
i pull the trigger, your shirt gets wet
my favorite number's 1-8-7
i will send you clown to heaven
i'll fetch my turkey-mob in a flick
take döner-knife cut off your d***
just build your wall you evil perv
and do stopp getting on my nerve
i shall win every rap-show-battle
and leave you staring just like cattle
that's moving to the slaughterhouse
the crow gives ME the yeahs and wows
so just stop trying to compete
i'll smother you under my feet
bleed
while I was out for food
I expected something good
but all I read is bullshit
written by a full prick
under your feet
I will make you bleed
with my words of wisdom
you better not listen
the pain is worse than hell
you won’t be doing well
187 is just a number
I don’t care you cucumber
I slice you on my bread
together with some salad
and some tasty wurst
until my tummy burst(s)
don't you dare to call me names
I'll shoot you like Jesse James
I'll eat you whole - there is no doubt
with knödels and with sauerkraut
your lunchtime food was your last meal
in your chest you'll feel the steel
give your girl a last "goodbye ho"
before my flamethrower will fry yo
give her d*** one very last time
and then listen to my rhyme
well buddy-boy - i hope you enjoy her
cause after your act i sure will destroy yer...
fool!
oh now we are getting rude
let me tell you something, dude
leave my girl outta here
or I’ll search your mom somewhere
I will tell her about what she raised
thrust me she will get crazed
when she hears what you are talking
I bet she will start stalking
she whoops your ass
there’ll be no more X-mas
for you my friend
you better stop to rant
in your lyrics that you type
now stop all this hype
about you beause
you are worse
than my purse
which is full of dollarbills
and some ecstacypills
I am a playa
not some dahergelaufener Maier
i do now know no rhymes no more
because i'm rolling on the floor
laughing like the motha-fock
like the others on my block
heat is getting over me
good thing is: don't have to pee
i'm just sweating out it all
when i from the chair off fall
you have von the battle-rap
and i will now quit the crap
give your b***ch a little slap
or much better - take a nap
use your wings and make flap flap
brats are dancing on my lap
you bear your name "sonique" for sure
you're so-unique - and i'm so poor
for your raps there ain't no cure
and you don't have no allures
quit the battle - let's stay friends
i will offer you my hands
shake them well - and you will feel
peace and love - these things are real.
peace out, bro
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