Zeit für ein Bad
Trailer zum Horrorthriller «YellowBrickRoad» von Jesse Holland and Andy Mitton. Picknick am Valentinstag für die Generation Wackelvideo?
Na liebe Skater, dass wäre doch mal was anderes – aber wie heisst es so schön: Lieber Leser, bitte nicht nachmachen, denn hier wurde getrickst und nicht mit Hunden gearbeitet…
Passend zum heutigen Judgement Day – ja, heute, den 21. Mai 2011 soll wieder mal die Welt untergehen – gibts diesen Song…
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don’t cease at a hundred degrees
I’m coolin in your freezer
He’s a breezer
I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack,
And I make shit get wild
Run it by,
Bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Ceasar,
It’s more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain,
Like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep for the misdemeanor,
Offender, the backbender
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender
Never perpetratin, so ain’t no lurkin in the dark
I’m lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler,
When I was a scrambler
Now I’m grand to her,
Shorty back might damage her
Who’s this here, state my facts,
And react and saturate brains with a plate of hot wax Intertwining,
Combining and aligning, shining,
studies in the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Come inside with his highness,
The illinest Killin em with adrenalin,
Blast past the minimum
Look to the winter’s ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell then the realm of a seance,
I blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with AKs
We’re talkin days, word, that you sun You really want some next shit,
Some blood on the exit? ONYX!!!
Watch me wreck shit as they exit But yo I keep em hollerin,
Screamin out for mercy minds of a lowest of enemies,
Ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head you’re dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock,
To bring a nigga Biohazard!
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
What the Evil Nastee Access?
Mad shit to burn the acids!
So ashes to ashes raps with the ghetto gats!
And I’m, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a Devil rebel, foul
Niggaz know we fuckin wild!I’m wild!
I’m wild He’s wild So we’s wild!
Capture the rapture! Come blackness after!
(Sticky Fingaz)
I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell
and make the white man call me MASTER
I’m six-six-six,
And need to repent to the pastor
SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips
I rips and if you eat my words I’ll leave your strung like umm
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it’s stuck in between my throat I can’t breath so I lick it
Onyx ain’t the top pick,
You must be suckin a black dick And if it takes the death of me,
To make history The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I’m tryin to say my words get in the way they render me speechless,
Ohh Black Jesus I’m cryin inside
Couldn’t give a FUCK if I live or die cause I’m just a slave who’s brave
But fuck pickin cotton,
I’d rather see my grave, so I meditated, before I was created
And if you prefer sorrow,
Made me reincarnated
Now I’m back rulin MC’s but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it’s just another nigga that,
Gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say,
Just spell my name right
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH….. mother-FUCKER!
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Trailer zum Sci-Fi-Thriller «Recreator». Schönes Set-Up, der Rest ist irgendwie naja. Aber das muss ja nicht schlecht sein. Die «Body Snatchers» lassen grüssen!
When a group of teenagers stumble upon a secret lab, they become part of a deadly experiment — The Recreator — evil human clones. Craig, Tracy and Derek come face to face with exact copies of themselves that have only one purpose; to find and kill the originals. With time running out it’s up to the original group to destroy the lab and save themselves before they are replaced.
Grossartige Werbekampagne für den neuen extra feinen Pilot Schreiber. Sieht doch wirklich fantastisch aus



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Freunde, die Gruft Troma hat schon echten Trash gemacht, als Pseudo-Grindhouse-Macher wie Rodriguez noch in die Windeln geschissen haben. Heute zeigen wir euch erstes Bild- und Videomaterial zu Tromas neuem Film «Father’s Day». Der Trailer verspricht herrlichsten Trash und das dazugehörige Poster ist einfach grossartig.
«Air Schwimmer» sind leichte Fische, geformt aus Ballons mit Helium, die durch das Haus fliegen und dabei ferngesteuert werden können.
Paint yourself a picture of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might feel a ounce of your pain
Come into focus step out of the shadows it’s a losing battle
There’s no need to be ashamedCause they don’t even know you all they see is scars
They don’t see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you buried deep within
Let them know with all you’ve got that you are not your skinAnd when they start to judge you show them your true colors
And do one to others as you’ve done to you just rise above this
Kill them with your kindness ignorers is blindness
They’re the ones that stands to loseCause they don’t even know you all they see is scars
They don’t see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you buried deep within
Let them know with all you’ve got that you are not your skinCause they don’t even know you all they see is scars
They don’t see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you buried deep within
Let them know with all you’ve got that you are not your skin
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