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[title] => My Style, My Game
[time] => 2005-05-30 19:53:12
[hometext] => Something fun I wrote up right before dinner lol
[bodytext] => It’s my style and my game; don’t even try to give it a name. You can’t touch it so don’t even try. These girls take me out and
pay, then they wonder why, but hey they like it and stay. Girls totally dig it; my guy friends hate it, wonder how I do it. People call me Reverend Jonathan Love; I’m just a pimp daddy with some wit. I just keep it one step above my hot little dove. It’s my style and my game; hotties hate the guys that are way too tame. Gut level emotions they feel for a guy who rocks their world. It’s your best drug, and they can’t get enough and are totally addicted to the bad*** thug. You ask them why; they say bad boys give me a high. Losers approach hotties all the time, trying to be nice, it only makes the girls say bye. I’ve got style and I’ve got game, women eat it up and want me to remain. Reverse psychology you say, not sure what to call it but maybe hey? Wait, actually it’s called playing hard to get, girls love the challenge and if they can’t get you they throw a fit. It’s my style and you can’t copy it. A woman asks for a light, you make your move but it’s already lit. Guy next to her that’s me; move on buddy unless you want to start a fight. Watch me steal your girl friend like you gave her up for lent. Give it up man, you two weren’t suppose to be, I guess you just weren’t meant to be. Yo, you still following me man, I rhyme words in the middle of your hand, and then I rhyme with the last word of the previous sentence like damn. Here is a word of advice. Why don’t you give the ladies what they really want? Stop leaving it to chance and the dice. Kiss them, please them, tease them, give it to them just how they like it, yea I know I borrowed a little of 50 cent’s bit. It’s my style, my game I’m tired of acting totally lame. Girls know it, but won’t show it. They would like to tell you, but afraid of hurting you and making you feel so blue. Now ladies I know you’ll be reading this, don’t reject it, don’t say it isn’t so, because your already feeling it, and you would die to get lost inside the perfect kiss. Hope you enjoyed this little rap, and guys take this tip use it like a little road map. Doing all you girls a favor, so read each word of mine and keep it in your mouth to savor. It’s my style, it’s my game and my tadders are getting cold, so peace out and later.
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bleep word
5/31/05
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My Style, My Game
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midnightwriter
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Monday, 30th May 2005 @ 07:53:12 PM in AEST
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It’s my style and my game; don’t even try to give it a name. You can’t touch it so don’t even try. These girls take me out and
pay, then they wonder why, but hey they like it and stay. Girls totally dig it; my guy friends hate it, wonder how I do it. People call me Reverend Jonathan Love; I’m just a pimp daddy with some wit. I just keep it one step above my hot little dove. It’s my style and my game; hotties hate the guys that are way too tame. Gut level emotions they feel for a guy who rocks their world. It’s your best drug, and they can’t get enough and are totally addicted to the bad*** thug. You ask them why; they say bad boys give me a high. Losers approach hotties all the time, trying to be nice, it only makes the girls say bye. I’ve got style and I’ve got game, women eat it up and want me to remain. Reverse psychology you say, not sure what to call it but maybe hey? Wait, actually it’s called playing hard to get, girls love the challenge and if they can’t get you they throw a fit. It’s my style and you can’t copy it. A woman asks for a light, you make your move but it’s already lit. Guy next to her that’s me; move on buddy unless you want to start a fight. Watch me steal your girl friend like you gave her up for lent. Give it up man, you two weren’t suppose to be, I guess you just weren’t meant to be. Yo, you still following me man, I rhyme words in the middle of your hand, and then I rhyme with the last word of the previous sentence like damn. Here is a word of advice. Why don’t you give the ladies what they really want? Stop leaving it to chance and the dice. Kiss them, please them, tease them, give it to them just how they like it, yea I know I borrowed a little of 50 cent’s bit. It’s my style, my game I’m tired of acting totally lame. Girls know it, but won’t show it. They would like to tell you, but afraid of hurting you and making you feel so blue. Now ladies I know you’ll be reading this, don’t reject it, don’t say it isn’t so, because your already feeling it, and you would die to get lost inside the perfect kiss. Hope you enjoyed this little rap, and guys take this tip use it like a little road map. Doing all you girls a favor, so read each word of mine and keep it in your mouth to savor. It’s my style, it’s my game and my tadders are getting cold, so peace out and later.
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Re: My Style, My Game
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by sprinter27 on
Monday, 30th May 2005 @ 08:12:25 PM AEST
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i can argue with most of it and then you said that dumb "perfect kiss" remark and, well, yeah you got it. but a lot of girls hate it and makes them mad. many like someone who's sweet and always there for them. damn it. that is true and don't YOU deny it.
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Re: My Style, My Game
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by midnightwriter on
Monday, 30th May 2005 @ 08:22:04 PM AEST
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| lol your funny hey i can feel your pain, but I've learned to change my style my game so the ladies with me do remain lol peace and best of luck |
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Re: My Style, My Game
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 31st May 2005 @ 02:00:59 AM AEST
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It aint about ya style or game its about how you can keep the true you taimed so that the weight of the lie you live doesnt become anotha loss gained...so keep the game sane before link in the chain...chain chain chain...chian of fools
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