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ARTIST :...: Royce Da 5'9"
ALBUM  :...: Rock City 2.0
LABEL  :...: Game/Shady/Columbia
GENRE  :...: Rap

ENJOY ANOTHER HOT TUNE BY YOUR FAVORITE MP3 GROUP, EGO.

List of the Tracks

01   Its Tuesday                                     3:00
02   Rock City (feat Eminem)                         4:12
03   Off Parole                                      4:36
04   My Freind                                       1:31
05   You Cant Touch Me                               3:28
06   Mr. Baller (feat Clipse & Pharrell)             3:54
07   Lets Go (feat Twista)                           4:23
08   D Elite                                         4:15
09   Take His Life                                   1:42
10   Nickel Nine Is                                  4:20
11   Boom                                            4:56
12   Soldiers Story                                  3:55
13   Who Am I?                                       3:53
14   Life (feat Amerie)                              3:44
15   King of Kings                                   5:18

You waited, i delivered, you know who I be...

Big Ups to my CMS and my RNS fam!

EGO > *

Mr. Smith surfed the news groups on company time, looking
for someone
to provoke.  In passing he noticed a post for a 'rave' in
his hometown.

"Cool," he thought, jotting down the address.

He had been a professional writer for over 25 years.  The
fortune cookie
factory that he worked at did not trust him with the
fortunes, but he felt
that
writing lucky numbers was both challenging and rewarding. He
knew that
he was in for another hefty raise this year, just as soon as
the minimum
wage increase kicked-in.

Sadly, his boss was also waiting for the increase.  He had
decided that
Mr. Smith was not worth that much money and was going to
have to let
him go.

That evening, Mr. Smith got dressed up in his nicest leasure
suit and
headed out to the 'rave'.  Unfortunately, he had literacy
problems and he
ended up at the wrong address.  He ended up walking into a
place called
the LoneStar.  As he walked up to the bar, the stench of
man-funk and
spad --correction -- spag filled the air.  Men in g-strings
and chaps eyed
him with disgust.  Mr. Smith said, "What are you guys, a
bunch of fags?"

Instantly he was surrounded by a pack of the toughest
looking rawhide
fellas west of the roarin' Mississippi. They stripped him
naked where he
stood and looked him up and down.  His overweight,
pear-shaped body
evoked a seemingly endless uproar of laughter.

The toughest guy in the group was still pissed of by Mr.
Smith's rude
remarks, so he grabbed the fat-boy by the hair with one
hand, by the balls
with the other hand, lifting Mr. BadManners into the air and
slamming him
down on top of the bar.

He yelled to the bartender, "Larry, gimme a hammer and some
nails".
Larry went into the back room and returned with the tools.
While a group
of guys gathered around, Larry and the tough guy proceeded
to nail
Mr. Smith's penis directly to the bar top.

The victim howled in pain.  "Let's get him to lay on his
stomach," said
Larry.
So, they forced him, legs dangling over the edge of the bar,
face down and
nailed his lower lip to the other side of the bar.  Mr.
Smith held on for
dear
life, trying not to move and do more damage to his already
horribly abused
body.

Patrons in the bar started taking turns fisting Mr. Smith.
One guy forced
a
pool cue nearly halfway into Mr. BadManner's ass.  This went
on all night.

Nobody fucked his ass, because he was too damn ugly and it
was obvious
to everyone that Mr. Smith had a full-blown case of anal
herpes.  As Larry
closed up the bar that night he belched, "Don't go anywhere
while I'm gone."

Mr. Smith passed-out, feeling certain that he would never
awaken.

Unfortunately, for Mr. Smith, he was awakened the following
evening by the
bartender opening up for another night's business.

Once again people lined up to torture Mr. BadManners.  On
guy tied a string
around Mr. Smith's testicals so tightly that by closing time
the whole scrotal
sack was a dark blue-grey.

The third day went much the same.  By closing time Mr.
BadManner's
testicals had fallen off and someone threw them in the
garbage along
with beer bottles and used condoms. As he was left alone
again that night,

Mr. Smith wondered how long this could go on.  He had been
nailed to a bar
for three days with nothing to eat or drink, other than the
occasional cum-
shot
into his gapping mouth.

The following night, as the crowd took turns fisting him, he
had a glimmer
of
hope.  In the mirror behind the bar he could see the
reflection of the entrance
to the bar and walking-in was a police officer.  "Saved at
last," he thought...

-End-

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