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entrancelogs2008-01-12 05:36 pm
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KARAOKE PARTY!
Who: Linda, Kite, everyone else in the mansion who wants to come.
Where The Dining Room
When: Saturday Night, January 12th
Rating: PG. At most, PG 13.
Summary: Linda has been talking about a Karaoke Party with Kite for weeks now, and finally it’s a reality.
the Story:
The sky was darkening, and soon it would be night. It was almost time. Time for the party.
Linda had to thank the mansion. Over the past weeks, it had been giving her CD after CD and eventually a karaoke machine itself. By now, the musical collection for tonight was well into the thousands, containing any song that anyone ever might even think to sing. She was excited. No one would be left out because they lacked a song. In fact, no one would be left out. Or else.
Spinning about the dining room, a trail of confetti flying about behind her, Linda danced to the music in her head while finishing her decorations. Bowls of food and snacks lined the tables along the sides of room while a massive stage took up the back wall. All of which were now covered in a coat of confetti. The room seemed to sparkle, almost as if it wished to join in the party as well.
“Kite!” Linda called, “Kite! It’s like, almost totally time! We’ve got to like, totally greet everyone and stuff!”
Where The Dining Room
When: Saturday Night, January 12th
Rating: PG. At most, PG 13.
Summary: Linda has been talking about a Karaoke Party with Kite for weeks now, and finally it’s a reality.
the Story:
The sky was darkening, and soon it would be night. It was almost time. Time for the party.
Linda had to thank the mansion. Over the past weeks, it had been giving her CD after CD and eventually a karaoke machine itself. By now, the musical collection for tonight was well into the thousands, containing any song that anyone ever might even think to sing. She was excited. No one would be left out because they lacked a song. In fact, no one would be left out. Or else.
Spinning about the dining room, a trail of confetti flying about behind her, Linda danced to the music in her head while finishing her decorations. Bowls of food and snacks lined the tables along the sides of room while a massive stage took up the back wall. All of which were now covered in a coat of confetti. The room seemed to sparkle, almost as if it wished to join in the party as well.
“Kite!” Linda called, “Kite! It’s like, almost totally time! We’ve got to like, totally greet everyone and stuff!”
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And without hesitation, Con grabbed the mic, and started spitting out the lyrics as fast as he could fit them.
"I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based on instrumental
records, hey, so I can write monumental
METHODS but fuckers is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM! Check it,
Just how deep can shit get, get deeper than your fists
and brothers is mad pissed, accept it
In your cross colored clothes, you crossed over
Now you're totally crossed out.
And criss cross
Who the BOSS! Fuckers get TOSSED to the SIIIIIDE!
And I'm the dark side, I am the FORCE! Of course it's the method MAN
From the wu tang CLAN
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece, protect it-
FUCK IT!
TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET!
Fuckers want the ruckus? Yo, bust it at me son, now bust it
STYLES, I get buckwild, method man on some shit
Fuckin' fuckers, foul, son, I'm sick
Insane crazy, drivin' Miss daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm swayze
IS IT REAL SON, LEMME KNOW IT'S REAL SON
IF IT'S REALLY REAL SON
LEMME KNOW IT'S REAL!
LOAD IT UP AND KILL ONE
LOAD IT UP AND KILL ONE
LOAD IT UP AND KILL ONE
if it's really reaaaalll-
When I was a little stereo,
I used to be the cham-pi-on
I always wonder
When I will be the number one,
HEY, HEY, HEY,
And now you listen to me, darcon
DARCON
And all you fuckers come and test me
TEST ME
I'm gonna lick out your braaiiiaaaiiins
Brothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
Cuz the only way you hang is by the neck
Fuckers pump off a set, comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat, or better yet it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
AND IT'LL GET, EVEN WORSE, WORD TO GOD, IT'S THE WU
COMIN' THROUGH, TAKING FUCKERS 'FORE THEY'RE
GONE GONE GONE GONE
Movin' to your left
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild west
Quick on the DRAW with my hands on the FLOOR
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Check it, cuz I think not when it's hip hop, like proper
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinking 90 proof vodka
No O.J., no, no straw
WHEN YOU GIVE IT TO ME, YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME RAW
I
BURRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
GIVE IT TO ME RAW, I
BURRRRRRRNNNNNNNN
CHEST
HAIRS!
I DON'T NEED NO CHEMICAL BLOW TO PULL NO HOE,
NO!
ALL I NEED IS CHEMICAL BANK, TO PAY HER UP
I DON'T NEED NO CHEMICAL BLOW TO PULL NO HOE,
NO!
ALL I NEED IS CHEMICAL BANK, TO PAY HER UP
IS IT REAL SON!
Lemme know it's REAL SON!
If it's really REAL SON
Lemme know it's
1
2
3
4
KILL ONE
FUCK IT UP AND KILL ONE
FUCK IT UP AND KILL ONE
LEMME KNOW IT'S REAL!"
At that, Con finally pulled the mic away from his lips, grinning wildly.
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“Um, that was like, uh…” She paused, trying to find words to describe what was just sung. Of course, “sung” was being used loosely here.
“That was…. scary… angry… mean-sounding… interesting!”
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"Nope! Is it like, a style or whatever?"
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"Oh! And like, I totally forgot! I'm Linda! It's totally nice to meet you and stuff!"