here i am
i am NOT sam
my name is Timothy.
take it or leave it
just please, you, believe it
(cmon i've said it so simply)
i'm not a girl
my hair i dont twirl
rather i push it right back.
my work ethic's bad
that's why i am sad
and totally sick of being slack.
"today's a saturday!"
is that what i hear you say?
that's true. but still, nonetheless
I shall try to learn,
some midnight oil i'll burn
n pray that i am once more blessed.

hope ya'll like that :D

quick entry.... spose u cld call it a quickie :D

nothing much to say la.... Asian Civilisations museum trip was really pretty flat. most interesting part of the day was the series of conversations i had. wont go there.

jc's been an eyeopener
never have i had
contact with such people
the good and the bad
from the rich to the poor
t3 has them all
from the bright to the dumb
and the tall to the small.
it really is strange
Our class demographic.
(dammit how am i sposed to find a word
That rhymes with "demographic"? ah ha. Traffic :D )
this class has been
one helluva weird one
i love it to bits though
with each rise of the sun,
I'm happy to go
to that place we call school.
Happy that with friends
i can maintain all my cool.
happy for the several
Friends that i'm blessed with
that i can trust with ... well, anything
(but cant, sadly, have sex with :D)
so as i sign outta this site
and bid ya'll goodbye
i hope ur all happy
if ur not, well, -sigh-



i'll leave u with this:

Just Dont Give a Fuck
Intro: Frogg

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and forth because ah
this is.. what you thought it wasn't
It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse One: Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

Chorus:

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Two: Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

Chorus

Verse Three: Eminem

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Chorus

Outro: Eminem

Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz..
Pace One..
Young Zee..
----Eminem----

peace out ya'll