myOtaku.com: GhostBlade

myO Still <3's You

Vitals

Birthday
• 1988-03-01
Gender
• Male
Location
• Elder Godz Secret Underwater Base
Member Since
• 2006-03-29
Occupation
• Elder God of Death
Real Name
• Unknown

Personal

Achievements
• 3 time Capcom vs SNK 2 Champion, World Champion Swordsman, Joining the Elder Godz
Anime Fan Since
• 1989
Favorite Anime
• Gundam Wing, Inuyasha, Robotech, Rorouni Kenshin, S-cryed, Cowboy Bebop, Outlaw Star, G Gundam, Hellsing Ultimate, Digimon, Fist of the North Star, Zoids, Escaflowne, Full Metal Alchemist, DBZ and IGPX
Goals
• Become Better Swordsman
Hobbies
• Sharpening swords and Scythe
Talents
• Incredible Speed and power, able to control flame( which is the color silver)

myOtaku.com: GhostBlade

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Thursday, May 18, 2006

Best U Can
Let's get it pumped up, pumpin/
Jumped off, and jumpin,/ ayo I'm lookin in your eyes
You look a little drunkin pumpkin/
You buzzin? Oh really, you faded kinda early/
These my homeboy's, introduce ya homegirlies/
What's your name?Shirley
Well this my nizzle swizzle/
He like the way you pop it, like the way ya booty wiggle/
Y'all bout it, we bout it, everybody crowd around it/
Bounce hit the floor, all my niggas lookin sounded/
Don P?hell naw, that shit a waste of money/
We drink that cristal, Don P be tastin funny/
You a liquid bunny, and i'm Hugh Hef/
After Tash get the mackin, y'all can have who's left/
Cause, wit this game, Tash legal and all/
Find home, call me back, cause I be sweet on my calls/
All y'all gotta pause,
Cause we know what y'all broads really want/

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Cani Bar
[Intro]
She looks like a (4x)

[Chorus - repeat 4x] {*ad libs through out*}
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candy bar

[Verse]
(She looks like a)
Heya love love, you little fly lady bug/
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above/
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove/
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love!/
Slim goodie got tittle litties/
Yeah but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty, WHOO!!/
You're provoking me, giving me the notions/
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions/
She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see/
How can I put this? hmm/
She can make the Grinch love Christmas/
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?/
(Like a chocolate candi bar) yeah that describes her/

[Chorus]

[Verse]
(She looks like a)
I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play/
Hey style complimented the sunny day/
There's a mild nature about her/
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way/
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far/
Like Billy Joel said "I take you just the way you are!"/
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap/
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back/
I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday/
You the very inspiration for the song I sing/
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk/
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off/
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within/
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova/
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder/
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder/

[Chorus]

[Verse]
(She looks like a)
Oh yeah the time is now and the place is here/
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear/
And share this wit you girl you super official/
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers/
Ooh la la, ah wee wee, walking by looking all like I exctasy/
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive!/
Aw shuck now, there she go/
Hey yo come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet/
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day/
And Oh My Goodness! can I get a witness?/
This roundy brownie is something to see/
I never had a craving like this before,/ I'm addicted/
Lord have mercy! please give me strength!/
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake/
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache/

[Chorus]

[Outro]
(She looks like a)
We just buggin out a little bit, showing versatility

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Cani bar
this song i wrote last night is for all the ladies of Myotaku because i just have so much love. Dont expect anymore.
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Liquid Death
Injustice, intelligent cube like never/
Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever/
Its operation cobra, its over/
Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier/
My rough cut metal tape, quick to break label mates/
Won't hesitate to negotiate your table steak/
First lesson came from a session, room one/
From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it/
Complex, complicated, compressed elongated/
Homicidial sub-title, Ghost claw banga off the ocean shore/
Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw/
Intern engineer, best on the U/
Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires/
From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangsters gat/
Two hit Tucker she labeled it gangstar rap/
Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves/
Some sort, courts got papers to serve/
Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser/
One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her/
Your plush drunk swinging your keys on your index
Showin off your Rolex/
Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex,/
Smashed with the largest/ full finger name ringer,life clinger/
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Freestyle
Yo, ya
Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen/
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream/
Kids fiend/ from the urban to sub-urban/
Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant/
We roll longer than dice in a casino/
Silo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0/
Behind the tinted windows I lay low/
On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0/
But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty/
On third time fellon just hit with over 30/
No worries, style have em so thirsty/
First degree heats are quittin on me
Cold turkey, no mercy/
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines/
But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came/
But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst/
My surroundsound pound ya ear like javon curse/
I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle/
Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle/
Even the best buckle win
I take it to the exteme/
It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream

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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Freestyle
im hotter than 100 degrees/ wit my coat on/ playin wit a dynamite stick where did i go wrong/ somebody pulled a fire alarm when johnny storm/ leave ya luke leavin ya clothes a boots on/ pros and cons/ megaphones and so on/ some average extra dry emcee they get they roll on/ first issue got issue/ what is hip hop to hot nickel/ it's like funk doctor snot tissue/ word look at my hand and get the third/ finger out ya earhole like fuck what ya heard/ now that what i call hard hardcore/ i act fool/ Mr. fixit like handy man/ i pack tool/ i been shitty/ im from the bowels of the city/ and just because my outfit match dont make me pretty/ baggy dungarees dick need room to breath/ in a room full of crackers i might cut the cheese/ aint no rules to this game/ if it is i aint playin/ in ya business like epmd so what ya sayin/ ya cosignin/ that bullshit ya man tryin/ Niggaz try to check it out/ dogs flyin
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Freestyle
Give no extension on the lynchin
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
and reveal how he really feel, confirmed
He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin, breakin his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed thru underwater reeds
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
Shatterin bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments
of cell, inhale these venomous thoughs that I propel
thru the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
of the Chief's command, volts is in
At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
deadenin the power from electrical fences
Defences are down, shake a nigga up, bounce him off the sound

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Monday, May 15, 2006

hope.
hope you enjoy reading that as much as i enjoyed writing it.

- GhostBlade, Elder God of Death
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Freestyle
Yo yo
I'm entirely too hard to listen to talk/
I get raw and get this clip and draw/ send you to Mars/
Niggaz with hidden hearts get written off/
Find yaself bruh/
You barely know what your click is called/ cowboy
You wish you could spar with half of a mind/
Kill you with half of a line
without a need to continue the bar/
It's a infamous art/ not many can spit from the heart/
Turnin pens into darts/
It's what you call meant for the charts/
So rather I'm sayin, "Fuck you," and flippin you off/
Man these infinite thoughts in the bank, so enter the vault/
My visions assault your sister for description are lost/
Every time a nigga piss me off, stick on the wall/
So even when the nigga not lookin he listen and pause/
Forget it dog, when I spit at y'all, you shit in your drawers/
I'm comin at you from e'ry angle/
and the shit can be very painful/
So how you luh that? Scared ain't you..

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Friday, May 12, 2006

RedBull
Im'a ring the bell cause it's time to eat/ DeathGod stash weed in the arm of seats/ bomb inside the palm/ Ghost rock a wife beater wit me beatin my gurl ass/ iron don/ da front/ da pump built like the klumps/ to carry it i take the spare out tthe trunk/ i stay hungry/ i aint work for days/ thats why you see the pump when the curtains raise/ blast/ dont panic/ do i gotta explain how i tame and lock the rap game single handed/ hell naw/ i wont tell you son/ if i find a whack idea i sell you one/ Death the hot nickel spectre/ my lectures/ like hannibal lecters/ where's the ketchup/ dont speak on it/ shut ya trap/ i see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs/ death in my own zone/ ya say ya got the rap game blown but ya so worng/ i slide thru in a mr. softee truck and pull a mack out a box of snow cones.
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