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eminem (THE POUND FOR POUND KING OF RAP)
hAVE U READ ABOUT WHAT NICK canhão SAID ABOUT EMINEM?

HERE ARE SOME FROM NICK CANON'S BLOG.

…” Then I felt sorry for him because he must really be stuck in the past. Not only has his música not evolved, but also homeboy is still obsessed with my wife, the same female that wouldn’t let him get to segundo base from 8 years ago! He even describes his desperate lameness in this bad excuse for storytelling track. That’s some real middle school shit right there! (What type of grown bunda man lies about getting with a chick) Only Slim Lamey! LOL!

You can’t...

“Lily wake up, your gonna be late for school!” your mom yells shaking you… You open your eyes slowly….
“Huh?” you ask. “Its Monday already?” you ask confused thinking that it was only supposed to be Sunday…
“Yes, you must have been very tired last night,” you mom says with a smile……
“Yeah cause I don’t remember even going to bed,” you say. *wait… that sounds very bad* you think to yourself… your mom just smirks at you.. You give her a funny look she ignores it and walks out the room.
“Get dressed!” you hear her call back. You sigh and stand up… You slowly...

“Who is it?” you ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for you two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… you and Marshall look at each other confused, you both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t you gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout you tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, you know that,” you say though your teeth to Marshall....

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. You look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And you have that same expression on your face,” shes says. You still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at you and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients or something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” you say with the same expression on your face that you have had for the past 30 minutos according...