You won't see me coming....
In two emotional YouTube videos Karl Wilson recalls the murder of Carlton Ned, 41, who was shot in the chest while protecting his wife and step son from two gunmen.
A Brother's gotta do what a Brother's gotta do .... innit?
"There are no words…"None we can recognise in the collective sense, Julia. Konan Doil uses language in the fashion Jackson Pollock chose to paint:...come on crackin like me bustin caps with dis heat cos me pull up in me porsh an me stuntin but me aint no stuntman an me fantom lookin hella chonky how yuh gonna be stunt double to a nigga munkey...Lovely.
Aight! I feel ya Fidel, my man.
Please do not juxtapose the words 'rap' and 'artist' except for purposes of sarcasm or mirth.It is a form of entertainment performed by congenital idiots for the enjoyment of the mentally retarded.Did anyone actually try listening to this rubbish?Don't have a pistol or too much paracetamol lying around if you do.
BunnyWords don't fail me, he is a complete tosser and oxygen thief.
Blimey, I remember when a song about Ernie getting hit with a stale meat pie was as bad as it got...
Oh come on Blue Knight.... (Hold on Blue Knights MC?), At the same time we had "My coochacoo" (Alvin Stardust), "Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep" (Middle of the road), and the fucking be all and end all "Mouldy old dough" (Lootenant pigeon).Were we THAT much better served by our musical "greats"???And there was nowt wrong with Earnie!
Well, the words,"just kill yourself" (directed at the "aspiring rapper/dope dealer/lowlife/etc) come to mind....
"A Brother's gotta do what a Brother's gotta do .... innit?" :D"Konan Doil uses language in the fashion Jackson Pollock chose to paint" More likely in the way a non-potty trained 2 year old uses his own excreta..."Blimey, I remember when a song about Ernie getting hit with a stale meat pie was as bad as it got..." And that was a Christmas No 1!
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