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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 10/1/2013 11:33:54 AM   
matty_b


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http://www.gizoogle.net/tranzizzle.php

Just dropping the link here so I don't have to keep on searching for it.

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 10/1/2013 11:40:50 AM   
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[George returns ta tha bridge where his nightmare fuckin started, hopin ta brang back his oldschool life]
George Bailey: [praying] Clarence, muthafucka! Clarence, muthafucka! Help me, Clarence, muthafucka! Git mah crazy ass back, muthafucka! Git mah crazy ass back, I don't care what tha fuck happens ta me, muthafucka! Git mah crazy ass back ta mah ho n' kids, muthafucka! Help mah crazy ass Clarence, please, muthafucka! Please, muthafucka! I wanna live again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I wanna live again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Please, Dogg, let mah crazy ass live again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
[it begins ta snow again]
Bert: [shouts] Yo, George, muthafucka! George, muthafucka! Yo ass all right, biatch? Yo, what's tha matter, biatch?
George Bailey: Now git outta here, Bert, and I'll hit you again, muthafucka! Git outta here, muthafucka!
Bert: What tha sam hill you yellin' for, George, biatch?
George Bailey: You...
[suddenly stunned]
George Bailey: George... Bert, biatch? Do you know me, biatch?
Bert: Know yo slick ass, biatch? Huh. Yo ass kiddin', biatch? I've been lookin all over hood tryin ta find yo thugged-out ass. I saw yo' hoopty plowed tha fuck into dat tree down there n' I thought maybe you - hey, yo' grill's bleedin fo' realz. Is you shizzle you're all right, biatch?
George Bailey: What the...
[licks tha corner of his fuckin lip n' checks his crazy-ass grill wit his hand]
George Bailey: Ha, ha, ha, ha, muthafucka! My fuckin grill's bleeding, Bert, muthafucka! My fuckin grill's bleeding, muthafucka! Zuzu's petals... Zuzu...
George Bailey: [checkin his thugged-out lil' pocket] There they are, muthafucka! Bert, what tha fuck do you know bout that, muthafucka! Merry Chrizzle!


I love how it changes the directions as well.

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 10/1/2013 11:17:06 PM   
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I love this thread so much.

How tha fuck nuff roadz most a playa strutt down
Before you call his ass a playa ?
How tha fuck nuff seas must a white dove sail
Before her ass chills up in tha sand ?
Yes, how tha fuck nuff times must tha cannon balls fly
Before they be forever banned ?
Da answer mah playa is blowin' up in tha wind
Da answer is blowin' up in tha wind.

It's just so poignant....

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 12:20:31 AM   
homersimpson_esq


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From: Springfield
This starts sounding normal, then BOOM, the verse...

Somewhere over tha rainbow
way up high
in tha land
that I heard of once
Once up in a lullaby

Somewhere over tha rainbow- skies
are blue
and tha dreams
that you dare ta dream
straight-up do come true

Somedizzle I be bout ta wish upon a star
and raise up
where tha cloudz is far behind me
Where shits melt like lemon drops
away above tha chimney tops
thatz where yo dirty ass is gonna find mah crazy ass

(Instrumental)

Somedizzle I be bout ta wish upon a star
and wake up
where tha cloudz is far behind me
Where shits melt like lemon drops
away above tha chimney tops
thatz where yo dirty ass is gonna find mah crazy ass

Somewhere over tha rainbow
skies is blue
and tha dreams...that you dare ta dream
straight-up do come true
If aiiight lil bluebirdz fly
above tha rainbow, why
Oh, why can't I?

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 12:24:56 AM   
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‘Twas tha night before Christmas, when all all up in tha house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Da stockings was hung by tha chimney wit care,
In hopes dat St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Da lil pimps was nestled all snug up in they beds,
While visionz of sugar-plums dizzled up in they heads;
And mamma up in her ‘kerchizzle, n’ I up in mah cap,
Had just settled down fo’ a long-ass winterz nap,
When up on tha lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from tha bed ta peep what tha fuck was tha matter.
Away ta tha window I flew like a flash,
Tore open tha shuttas n’ threw up tha sash.
Da moon on tha breast of tha new-fallen snow
Gave tha lustre of mid-dizzle ta objectz below,
When, what tha fuck ta mah wonderin eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, n’ eight tiny reindeer,
With a lil oldschool driver, so lively n’ quick,
I knew up in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Mo’ rapid than eaglez his coursers they came,
And he whistled, n’ shouted, n’ called em by name;
“Now, Dasher, muthafucka! now, Dizzler, muthafucka! now, Prizzla n’ Vixen!
On, Comet, muthafucka! on Cupid, muthafucka! on, Donder n’ Blitzen!
To tha top of tha porch, muthafucka! ta tha top of tha wall!
Now dash away, muthafucka! dash away, muthafucka! dash away all!”
As dry leaves dat before tha wild hurricane fly,
When they hook up wit a obstacle, mount ta tha sky,
So up ta tha house-top tha coursers they flew,
With tha sleigh full of toys, n’ St. Nicholas too.
And then, up in a twinkling, I heard on tha roof
Da prancin n’ pawin of each lil hoof.
As I drew up in mah head, n’ was turnin around,
Down tha chimney St. Nicholas came wit a bound.
Dude was dressed all up in fur, from his head ta his wild lil’ foot,
And his threadz was all tarnished wit ashes n’ soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddla just openin his thugged-out lil’ pack.
His eyes — how tha fuck they twinkled, muthafucka! his fuckin lil’ dimplez how tha fuck merry!
His cheeks was like roses, his nozzle like a cherry!
His droll lil grill was drawn up like a bow,
And tha beard of his chin was as white as tha snow;
Da stump of a pipe he held tight up in his cold-ass teeth,
And tha smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
Dude had a broad grill n’ a lil round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Dude was chubby n’ plump, a muthafuckin right jolly oldschool elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, up in spite of mah dirty ass;
A wink of his wild lil’ fuckin eye n’ a twist of his head,
Soon gave mah crazy ass ta know I had not a god damn thang ta dread;
Dude was rappin not a word yo, but went straight ta his work,
And filled all tha stockings; then turned wit a jerk,
And layin his wild lil’ finger aside of his nose,
And givin a nod, up tha chimney he rose;
Dude sprang ta his sleigh, ta his cold-ass crew gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like tha down of a thistle.
But I heard his ass exclaim, ere he drove up of sight,

“Kool as fuck Christmas ta all, n’ ta all a phat-night.”

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 12:28:29 AM   
MonsterCat


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From: St. Albans, Hertfordshire
The title alone was enough for me to lose my shit.

Steppin' Biatch by Abba

Yo ass can dizzle, you can jive, havin tha time of yo' life
See dat girl, watch dat scene, diggin' tha ridin' dirty biatch

Fridizzle night n' tha lights is low
Lookin up fo' tha place ta go
Where they play tha muthafuckin right beatz, gettin up in tha swing
Yo ass come up in ta look fo' a king
Anybody could be dat guy
Night is lil' n' tha musicz high
With a funky-ass bit of rock beatz, everythang is fine
You're up in tha vibe fo' a thugged-out dizzle
And when you git tha chizzle...

Yo ass is tha ridin' dirty biatch, lil' n' sweet, only seventeen
Steppin biatch, feel tha beat from tha tambourine
Yo ass can dizzle, you can jive, havin tha time of yo' life
See dat girl, watch dat scene, diggin' tha ridin' dirty biatch

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave em burnin n' then yo ass is gone
Lookin up fo' another, every last muthafuckin muthafucka will do
You're up in tha vibe fo' a thugged-out dizzle
And when you git tha chizzle...

Yo ass is tha ridin' dirty biatch, lil' n' sweet, only seventeen
Steppin biatch, feel tha beat from tha tambourine
Yo ass can dizzle, you can jive, havin tha time of yo' life
See dat girl, watch dat scene, diggin' tha ridin' dirty biatch



< Message edited by MonsterCat -- 11/1/2013 12:29:19 AM >


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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 12:33:49 AM   
homersimpson_esq


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From: Springfield

Chasin' Amy

Banky Edwards: Alright, now peep this, biatch? This be a gangbangin' four-way road, aiiight, biatch? And dead up in tha center be a cold-ass lil crisp, new, hundred dollar bill. Now, all up in tha end of each of these streets is four gangstas, aiiight, biatch? Yo ass following, biatch?
Holden: Yeah.
Banky Edwards: Dope. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Over here, our crazy-ass asses gots a male-affectionate, easy as fuck ta git along with, non-polistical agenda lesbian. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Down here, our crazy-ass asses gots a man-hatin, supa pissed as fuck, agenda of rage, bitter dyke. Over here, our crazy-ass asses gots Gangsta Claus, n' up here tha Eastsideer Bunny. Which one is goin ta git ta tha hundred dollar bill first, biatch?
Holden: What tha fuck iz dis supposed ta prove, biatch?
Banky Edwards: Fuck dat shit, I'm straight-up n shit. This be a straight-up exercise. It's like a SAT question. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Which one is goin ta git ta tha hundred dollar bill first, biatch? Da male-bumpin' lesbian, tha man-hatin dyke, Gangsta Claus, and tha Eastsideer bunny, biatch?
Holden: Da man-hatin dyke.
Banky Edwards: Dope. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Why, biatch?
Holden: I don't know, nahmeean, biatch?
Banky Edwards: [shouting] Because tha other three is figmentz of yo' fuckin imagination!


And a bit of Gremlins...

Da worst muthafuckin thang dat eva happened ta mah crazy ass was on Chrizzle. Oh, Dogg. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It was so horrible. It was Chrizzle Eve. I was 9 muthafuckin years old. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Me n' Momma was decoratin tha tree, waitin fo' Dad ta come home from work fo' realz. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So Momma called tha crib. No answer. Chrizzle Dizzle came n' went, n' still nothang. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So tha five-o fuckin started a search. Four and five days went by. Neither one of our asses could smoke and chill. Everythang was fallin apart. It was snowin outside. Da doggy den was freezing, so I went ta try ta light up tha fire. That's when I noticed tha smell. Da firemen came n' broke all up in tha chimney top fo' realz. And mah crazy ass n' Momma was expectin em ta pull up a thugged-out dead pussaaaaay and a funky-ass bird. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And instead they pulled up mah daddy yo. Dude was dressed up in a Gangsta Claus suit yo. He'd been climbin down tha chimney... his thugged-out arms loaded wit presents yo. Dude was gonna surprise our asses yo. Dude slipped n' broke his neck yo. Dude took a dirt nap instantly fo' realz. And that's how tha fuck I found up there was no Gangsta Claus.

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 1:23:23 AM   
Harry Tuttle


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From: Sometime in the future.
Four score n' seven muthafuckin years ago our fathers brought forth on dis continent a freshly smoked up nation, conceived up in liberty, n' dedicated ta tha proposizzle dat all pimps is pimped equal.
Now our crazy-ass asses is engaged up in a pimped out civil war, testin whether dat nation, and any nation, so conceived n' so dedicated, can long endure. Our thugged-out asses is kicked it wit on a pimped out battle-field of dat war. Our thugged-out asses have come ta dedicate a portion of dat field, as a gangbangin' final restin place fo' em whoz ass here gave they lives dat that hood might live. It be altogether fittin n' proper dat our crazy-ass asses should do this.
But, up in a larger sense, our crazy-ass asses can not dedicate, our crazy-ass asses can not consecrate, our crazy-ass asses can not hallow dis ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da brave men, livin n' dead, whoz ass struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our skanky juice ta add and detract. Da ghetto will lil note, nor long remember what tha fuck our crazy-ass asses say here yo, but it can never forget what tha fuck they did here. It be fo' our asses tha living, rather, ta be dedicated here ta tha unfinished work which they whoz ass fought here have thus far so nobly advizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It be rather fo' our asses ta be here dedicated ta tha pimped out task remainin before us "that from these honored dead our crazy-ass asses take increased devotion ta dat cause fo' which they gave tha last full measure of devotion "that our crazy-ass asses here highly resolve dat these dead shall not have took a dirt nap up in vain "that dis nation, under Dogg, shall gots a freshly smoked up birth of freedom"and dat posse of tha gangstas, by tha gangstas, fo' tha gangstas, shall not perish from tha earth.

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 12:37:20 PM   
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ORIGINAL: SadFace
And he whistled, n' shouted, n' called em by name;
"Now, Dasher, muthafucka! now, Dizzler, muthafucka! now, Prizzla n' Vixen!
On, Comet, muthafucka! on Cupid, muthafucka! on, Donder n' Blitzen!
To tha top of tha porch, muthafucka! ta tha top of tha wall!
Now dash away, muthafucka! dash away, muthafucka! dash away all!”


I nearly passed out at this bit.  Steppin' Biatch by ABBA.  This is great, but what would happen if you were to Gizoogle the Shizzolator?

Also, the great Winston Churchill.  The ending is crackin'
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Our thugged-out asses shall not flag and fail. Our thugged-out asses shall go on ta tha end, our crazy-ass asses shall fight up in Frizzle, our crazy-ass asses shall fight on tha seas n' oceans, our crazy-ass asses shall fight wit growin confidence n' growin strength up in tha air, our crazy-ass asses shall defend our Island, whatever tha cost may be, our crazy-ass asses shall fight on tha beaches, our crazy-ass asses shall fight on tha landin grounds, our crazy-ass asses shall fight up in tha fieldz n' up in tha streets, our crazy-ass asses shall fight up in tha hills; our crazy-ass asses shall never surrender, n' even if, which I do not fo' a moment believe, dis Island and a big-ass part of it was subjugated n' starving, then our Empire beyond tha seas, armed n' guarded by tha British Fleet, would carry on tha struggle, until, up in Doggz phat time, tha New Ghetto, wit all its juice n' might, steps forth ta tha rescue n' tha liberation of tha Oldskool. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!




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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/1/2013 12:48:45 PM   
rawlinson

 

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I was all muthafuckin right fo' a while, I could smile fo' a while
But I saw you last night, you held mah hand so tight
As you stopped ta say "Yo muthafucka"
Aw you wished mah crazy ass well, you couldn't tell

That I'd been bustin up like a biatch over you, bustin up like a biatch over you
Then you holla'd "so long". left mah crazy ass standin all alone
Alone n' bustin up, bustin up, bustin up like a biatch bustin up
It aint nuthin but hard ta understand but tha touch of yo' hand
Can start mah crazy ass bustin up

I thought dat I was over you but itz true, so true
I ludd you even mo' than I did before but darlin what tha fuck can I do
For you don't ludd mah crazy ass n' I be bout ta always be

Cryin over you, bustin up like a biatch over you
Yes, now yo ass is gone n' from dis moment on
I be bout ta be bustin up, bustin up, bustin up, bustin up
Yeah bustin up, bustin up, over you

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 12/1/2013 8:36:34 AM   
Darth Marenghi

 

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A cold-ass lil collection of quotations from tha era of tha straight-up original gangsta incarnation of Da Doctor from tha BBC science fiction televizzle programme Doctor Drizzle, durin which tha role of tha First Doctor was played by Lil' Willy Hartnell fo' realz...

Da Doctor: Have you eva thought what itz like ta be wanderers up in tha Fourth Dimension, biatch? Have yo slick ass, biatch? To be exiles, biatch? Susan n' I is cut off from our own hood - without playaz and protection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy, biatch. But one dizzle our crazy-ass asses shall git back. Yes, one day....

Da Doctor: If you could touch tha alien sand n' hear tha criez of strange birds, n' watch em wheel up in another sky, would dat satisfy yo slick ass?

Ian: Just open tha doors, Doctor Foreman.
Da Doctor: [To his dirty ass.] Eh, biatch? Doctor who, biatch? Whatz he rappin' about...?

Da Doctor: It all started up as a mild curiositizzle up in tha junkyard, n' now itz turned up ta be like a pimped out spirit of adventure.

Da Doctor: One dizzle, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward up in all yo' beliefs n' prove ta mah crazy ass dat I be not mistaken up in mine.

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 20/1/2013 3:43:37 PM   
Brooksy84


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Macbeth be a play freestyled by Lil' Willy Snakespeare. It be considered one of his fuckin lil' darkest n' most bangin tragedies. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Set up in Scotland, tha play dramatizes tha corrodin psychological n' polistical effects produced when its protagonist, tha Scottish lord Macbeth, chizzlez evil as tha way ta fulfill his thugged-out ambizzle fo' juice yo. Dude commits regicide ta become mackdaddy n' then furthers his crazy-ass moral descent wit a reign of murderous terror ta stay up in power, eventually plungin tha ghetto tha fuck into civil war. In tha end, he loses everythang dat gives meanin n' purpose ta his thuglife before losin his thuglife itself.

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RE: Chicken and gravy, biatch - 11/2/2013 8:30:32 AM   
joysingh

 

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I eat chicken today ...

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