The shit a G is made of....

Vice Versa:(This song heres called god damn vice versa its like Picture everything you thought was good was really bad everything bad was really good, what if heaven was on earth nigga the whole world versevice versa this shit here god damn goin on get you a phat ass blunt of that dro smoke that shit its all vice versa look up in the air nigga we rich nigga its vice verse i know all you real nigga gunna feel this shit)
What if heaven was hell and vice versa
If I told ya go to hell would ya tell I cursed ya
I reimburse ya with the truth so ya know my faith
and pray I die im that nigga that they love to hate
i wanna make you use your mind
god has sent the sign and when you listen to these rhymes nigga take your time
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
would ya start doin evil in order ta nurture
the spirit man do you understand there's a war thats ragin on
an the devils got some ammo too dont get me wrong
but I put my trust off in the Lord
its too corrupt know that god dont help me blow em up
I gives a fuck
heaven was hell and vice versa
I have no fear I dun witnessed to much hell right here
lend me your ear be cause the beer we had to pour
for all my niggas hit the devil with 44
payback nigga
my nigga keep me from tryin to enter
battle alone and the deal with all this wickedness
I smoke a zone
know im grown but im still a baby
its vice versa so i guess ill beg Satan to save me
God im confused, confused of all these motherfuckers
makin me sick
The Virgin Mary may not fuck nobody
but she suck dick
with a click of nasty concubine its vice versa so she prolly do the whole nine
that nasty ho
I don't know where imma go this christmas
It's Satans birth
imma try to smoke a pound of weed
to ease the hurt
While jesus equiped with angels and devils equip with glocs
for god so loved the earth that he blessed a thug with rocks
Wont stop until they feel me
Protect me devil I think the Lord is tryin to kill me
It's vice versa
Heaven is the low while this doja keep me high
an see the lord almighty nigga im ready to die
my reply for any questions asked the devil made me do it
whose the devil may I ask its so polluted uprooted from all this stupid shit
see me cremated my adaption to the climate
so glad I made it elated that they gun go to heaven
but do they know heaven may not be the place to go
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
the devils demons id be damned if ill let god hurt ya Follow me.

If this was vice versa
I be an angel cuz I'm a devil
A down south Georgia rebel
A whole nother fuckin level
reminiscing on all the good and the bad that I did
bussin caps an splitting wigs
an servin nigs
an talkin shit
this is vice versa no fuckin commercial
heaven or hell where do we go
when we die
eternal fire
or the streets of gold
only God knows
vice versa

D-n-R

Ahh ladies and gentlemen, how goes the daily grind? Today I have the most profound pearl of wisdom to bestow upon you fine folks. But first, hopefully you guys enjoyed El Cinco de Mayo like a real nigga should. Mine consisted of gin and juice, and the ever enjoyable company of my little sister and last but not least my penca ass penca friends. We had "rojas" and caldo de pollo for our hangovers and of course, we had to have some of those negras. But all thats in the past today we gotta lay in down the way its laid down in the dirty dirty. Today's lesson in is drinking and riding. All you need is a good CD, pomegranate crunk juice, and of course that Patron, but let me not forget that you should only D-n-R at grandma's where it aint cool to be drinking so you gotta ride to drink and she live on them clay dirt roads where its all good and the police dont be riding through to checkup on a nigga who just be chillin and minding his biz. (Whoa) Other than that my good buddies, its time to get on with the rest of the days task that are still at hand. The best is yet to come ya'll, and in the famous words of my comrade the gun man himself, be easy on the peasy, and keep ya prints off the scene.

The Tramp Stamp vs. The Flavor Saver

you gotta love it

and the results are in: having the flavor saver makes you a much bigger douchebag than having the tramp stamp. until next time watch you self and shake it fast

Chilaquiles

Hey you guys gotta try this classic mexican dish, its a breakfast deal so if you wake up with a hang over or just need some energy grub that'll "stick yo your ribs" like my grandma use to say.
You will need:
1.) One whole roma tomatoe
2.) One whole jalepeno
3.) Half of an onion
4.) Corn rotillas ( el milagro are the best ones, all chill no fill)
5.) Queso Fresco
6.) Rooster Bullets (eggs damn you)

First, you're gonna have to dice up the tomatoe, pepper, and onion, the chunkier you leave them the more you will taste them in your eggs.

Next, heat your frying pan with some butter or oil, and add the onion and pepper first with a pinch of garlic salt. When you get the overwhelming smell of onion and pepper add your eggs and tomatoes. While all the fry magic is going down, use a griddle or some type of flat skillet to heat your tortillas up 3 to 4 at the time. You want them slightly dark and soft enough to roll or fold over. As your tortillas are heating and you take them off the pan, crumble the queso fresco into the middle and add your scrambled treasure. Fold in half and get down with the get down.

I've been eating chilaquiles since i was like 5 ot 6 yrs.old. If u are worried about the spiciness, you can de-seed the jalepeno so that it doesn't burn at all. The tortillas don't have to be el milagro there just my favorite kind in the whole world. Another cool thing to do is fry a tortilla and then drop an egg on it once you flip for the last time, its called "huevos rancheros" sound pretty fuckin familiar? Its all poor food we eat to keep the wheels turning without breaking the bank. Ya'll be careful in the street, they always watching.

hit'em high

Well hello once again scrapians, its the man with the plan but not from pakistan. Today ladies and ladies men has been just another day at the salt mines. The best is yet to come as me and my one and only have got to get some eats and get down with the get down. The next thing that i must let you guys in on if you didn't know already, is that the man himself Jim Carrey is fuckin canadian! I mean what are the fuckin odds? The mask, ace ventura, truman! All backed by the man himself. Who wouldve thunk it? Then of course you have ol Billy bob Thornton who gets booed out of canada because he said "its all potatoes and no gravy." Now he's banned from the whole counrty, but get this shit, he was on tour with his band. His band? I didn't even know that fucker could play an instrument. The fucked up part about it is that he said it to a Dj on the radio because the cocksucker wasn't even doing the original bit about the music tour, all he wanted to do was beef with ol Billy bob about his movie career. (Ain't that bout a bitch) Anyway todays entry short as it may be, is still packed with all the essential nutrients that u need from the blogosphere. And of course, watch out for those bitch ass niggas.

El espanol

Hola, que tal? Como estan cabrones? Soy yo tu padre de otra madre, llevando me la a la calmada, y esperando mi comida porque tengo un chingo de hambre. Mi suprivisor esta buscando una chinga vien merisida, con su mamada de que no puede dejar me ir a fumar un cigaro. (segun que esta muy ocupado) Cuando llego a mi canton voy a cojer a mi vieja como si fuera el fin del mundo. Ya me hablo y me dijo que esta muy cachonda y ya tenemos 3 dias SIN cojer! Te majinas eso? Estar casado y no cojer al dia? Son mamadas! Y el telefono del descitorio no para de timbrar. Hasta en mis pesadillas escucho esa pinche cosa de la chingada. Y cada vez que lo contesto tengo que dicir "Muchas gracias por llamar al la Hilton de savannah DeSoto, como lo peudemos servirle?" Ya me enfado de la misma chingadera. Extrano mucho a los dias por de bajo del sol, sudado y soliado. Manos secos y quebrados de trabajaso. Y mi padre, dando me animo para seguirle y ganar me esa feria para mis billes que nunca paran de aumentarse. Mis mejores amigo del mundo, los a conocido en el campo, y en las bodegas donde los mas cabrones y chigones son los unicos que pueden aguantar esa forma de trabajo. Eso dias son unos de las cosas mas refinas en mi vida. Mi character fuerte como el luz y calor del sol, mi cuerpo maduro y acostumbrado como el arbol en la tierra. Nada en este mundo me a dado lo que mi padre y el trabajo de hombre me a dado. Hasta la proxima compitas.

Water Donkeys

The blog is totally awesome and we all know that. otherwise we wouldnt be doing it and yall wouldnt be reading it. We have made a whole year headed towards 2 with full steam running. where do we go next you may ask? well that answer is as simple as it is complex. the blog will go with us where ever we go. if we move to different cities we will have a dual-citizenship blog. if we get now cars the blog will come with us in our new vehicles and you will know because we will tell you. the blog will go with all of you as you head out into the day knowing just how cool those two cats in savannah are. you tell the people where you are that there are two kick ass dudes kickin it down here and we are doing in quite a manner. not too fancy a manner mind you just a good dude type manner. like how elvis would have done it. or micheal jackson when he was still the prince of pop and not the duke of weirdness. just look at those rabbit ears. i will say however that despite the fact that i dont like dancing all to much i would very much like to reenact the thriller video. at least once before i die at least. another thing i really want to do is fight in a little model city. like godzilla kinda. those arent too crazy right? and they are definitely doable. all i need is a bunch of makeup and some one who is willing to let me destroy their slowly crafted very intricate city. well gang like forrest gump says that all i have to say about that so until next time watch your back and see ya later alligator.