well, well, check dis fancy shit out!! like whoa!

I really just got the game(ROM) for the pic of the day purpose. I saw a screenshot and said "Holy shit, that looks like doom or wolfenstien!" I guess I haven't gotten around to taking a snapshot of it yet.

Worry not, esco, I am a full fledged atheist and will delete the rom as soon as I send a pic of it in.

I second what maonth said. However, I have it REALLY BAD because my lil sister loves the rap n' teen pop/rnb shite and EVERY SINGLE FUCKING MORNING she plays said shite at sometimes deafening volume.

Right Zaldron, I'll do dat RIGHT NOW...

// me burns game, then reburns ashes, then procedes to pour gasoline on self, and strike a match, AFTER plucking out Zaldron's eyeballs so dat he can't see the review on SOMETHINGAWFUL again//

Rock, country, and alternative suck lil, bald, dick!

I don't have eyes. Your english skills already destroyed the last pair.

Indie and industrial forever!

HEEAAVVVVYYYYYY MEETTAALLLLLLL!!!!

Almost everything that's just instrumental works for me. I hate lyrics that go beyond chants and/or chorus.

DAS ICH!

End of discussion.

We're not discussing. We're just under the narcotic effects of 3D Noah's SuperArk or whatever was it called...

Well then zaldron, I have achieved mah goal in life. Now my ghetto ass can die happy. PEACE!

//me lights da match and drops it in the puddle of gasoline//

I'M REALLY BURNIN' NOW!!!

Yo peace out man! Esco forever, dawgs!

HEY HEY HEY. What's going down, ya'll?

YO YO YO! Da Jimi Hendrix 'espuh'ience relaised its fust album in early-like 1967. Populah' beat had been lainin' towards psychedelics 4 some couple years alraidy an' Be Yo' ass 'espuh'ienced? came out at about da damn same time as da Beatles' Sergaint Peppa's Lone-like Hearts Club Band. Be Yo' ass 'espuh'ienced? fah' 'esceeded da damn Beatles' triumph in complexity, capturin' da essence o' da damn late 1960's culture. Natural-like da fresha' band dun did not share da damn immediate success o' da damn Beatles. But its stayin' powa' has been testified t' by several generashuns.

Da British version o' Be Yo' ass 'espuh'ienced? contained some few subtle differences. Most prominent wuz da absence o' "Purple Haze" an' da damn addishun o' Hendrix standard "Red Crib". "Purple Haze" caught fire in America afta' da Monterey Pop Festival an' became Jimi's tag song. Wank, wank. Although it wuz said t' have endless verses, Jimi general-like sang only da shortened version from da album (down low, wit' some few ad lib changes). Da single wuz sent t' transista' stashuns wit' some note, dig dis: "Dis song wuz intenshunal-like distorted. Do not adjust." Be Yo' ass 'espuh'ienced?, as wit' most o' da damn 'espuh'ience's beat, sounds haivy no matta' how many times yo' ass listen t'it. In actuality, da stony "Purple Haze" be about as close as they eva' come t' rock rock. Da next song, "Manic Depression" comes in cock diesel wit' da damn jimmeyin' chords an' den reveals Mitch Mitchell's trademark rollin' drums. It also contains anotha' o' Jimi's solos wort' listenin' t' by no fresh o' 'espuh'ienced fan.

Chas Chandla' chose da damn quietest song on da album t' give da damn world its fust taste o' Da Jimi Hendrix 'espuh'ience. Its fust single wuz "Hey Joe", some song written by turn-o'-da-century blues-nigga' Billy Roberts. Da fust bars o' "Hey Joe" laive no doubt dat it be bein' handled by some masta'. It quick-like climbed da damn British pop charts, toppin' out at numba' 2 (down low, behind "Lucy in da Sky wit' Ices"). No otha' song written o' puh'formed by Jimi Hendrix had as much success as dis one.

When dair be otha' sucka's around, it makes yo' ass feel alive. But when yo' ass sit monk-like an' listen t' da damn beat, every chord catches in yo' throat. Yo' mama. "Love o' Confusion" has went down upon me mo' dan once when I wuz sudden-like realizin' da dispair o' yet anotha' relashunship. If da answa' t' wassups quesshun aint obvious durin' da song itself, Jimi answa's it 4 yo' ass wit' wassups real damn last whispa'. Sheeeiit. "Love o' Confusion" be some wicked twista' o' emoshun. It shakes yo' ass down an' when yo' ass lose yo' sense o' direcshun, it drops out from unda' yo' ass, laivin' yo' ass t' fall merciless-like t' da damn depths o' reality.

Dat's when "May Dis Be Love" enta's t' let yo' ass waaay down aisi-like. Mitch turns on da soft roll. Jimi sings sweet-like about wassups waterfall. Da pace pix down, gittin' hectic 4 some moment when Jimi recalls da otha' sucka's in dis world, wit' deir plans. But they kin do whateva' it be dat they do. True dat. Jimi doesn't care, an' neitha' do I, as long as I have mah waterfall.

"I Don' u Live Today" goes through some couple o' laid-in verses, but it wastes tiny-ass time gittin' t'one o' da damn most psychedelic minutes in rock. At da damn apex, Jimi cries, "Ah, Dair ain't no life nowhere!" When yo' ass haih' it da damn statement be oddly comfortin'. Step up. Da song laids out wit' Jimi plaidin' repeated-like t' yo' ass, dig dis: "Git 'espuh'ienced."

If some grand bands aint got covered "Da Wind Cries Mary", it be out o' reverence. Short an' simple (down low, coo', I aint some musician), dis song be likes some draim. Da colorful descripshuns (down low, da traffic lights turn blue tomorrow.) be some hint o' whut be t' become Axis, dig dis: Bold as Love - da 'espuh'ience's second album.

"Fire" wuz one o' Jimi's favorite tunes t' play live. Fast paced an' funky, it laives no guessin' about Jimi's desires. Da lyrics petrified some million middle class mamas, as it turned on deir daughta's. Some tiny-ass De'ah Abby, dig dis: move ova', Rova'.

"Third Stone From da Sun" stands monk-like in rock history as da only instrumental wit' words. It tells da story o' some alien race which comes waaay down t' check out da damn planet Eart' (down low, Mercury Venus Eart', git it?). It spots humans 4 whut they be an' comes t' some natural conclusion. Obvious-like some case o' supreme intelligence. Anyone who be tryin' t' masta' guitah' effects should start an' fat-lady in da house.

U r so's foxy, yo' ass probably think dis song be about yo' ass, duzn't yo' ass? U r not bein' paranoid. Step up. Yo' ass be plum some "Foxey Lady." An' yo' ass make me feel likes sayin' 'foxey'.

Da album closes wit' da damn title song. Once again, Jimi be hankerin' t' know, "Be Yo' ass 'espuh'ienced?" If yo' answa' be no, you've been listenin' t' da damn Hendrix singles. Steal dis album an' some pair o' haidphones. It ain't gon' be long now.

Stop messing with that Escolizer TM webpage. (I can't remember the name)

Man fat abbot, what are you doing this side of the hood?

That wasn't total Escolizer: I changed two of the words myself.

you know what rudy? you're like school in summertime.

Hip Hop Sucks!
Eminem Be Good.

LONG LIVE:

AC/DC
METALLICA
GUNS n ROSES
BON JOVI
ZZ TOP (Sniggers)
And Others I can't remember!

Good Humour:

THE GOON SHOW
MONTY PYTHON
DOUG ANTHONY ALL STARS
RED DWARF

So there.

school in summertime?

Eminem is da booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He got some ill lyrics, and he ain't afraid to speak his mind! Of course... he ain't exactly someone I'd like to be friends with!
;)

shut up.

Fuck you hoebag! What you gonna do about it?!

shut up.

buttsniffer

I have nothing against religion, BUT THAT GAME SUCKS!!!! RUN!!!!
/me heads for the bomb shelter

I also have nothing against rap, R N B, or alternative, it's just that I dont listen to them.
I prefer rock music over anything else.
/me turns up the volume on the stereo

I have alot against rap and teenpop/rnb because the people who play said music have no talent whatsoever. Not only that, but the people who compose/play the music they "sing"(talk fast) to aren't considered as famous or as skilled as the rapper or boy band. You never hear "Oh, the drummer for the backstreet boys (whackstreet girls) is soooooooooo cute" out of some 15 year old girl. It's sickening.

reprizentin 2 da fullest, mah friggin homeslize exco

There's be mah first question. My second question would be "what would you rather we be listening to then zaldron, some hard rock!?"

//me ties zaldron to a chair, gags him, then puts some headphones on him. Me then procedes to put the volume up full blast, and proceed to hit play on da tape entitled "it's a small world after all"//

Hell's yeah, dat's what you get for dissin' on da hiphop crowd in general! Behold da horror dat is called DISNEY!!

MWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Some of you are ignorant as hell. All music has its merits whether it's rap, rock, country, or whatever, just cuz it doesn't appeal to you doesn't mean it sucks. Im guessing Zaldron and maonth or whatever his name is are basing their opinions on the crap that's playing on the radio, and if that's all there was to hip-hop I'd agree, cuz 99% of that shit is mainstream garbage. Most of the good shit is underground. Three 6 Mafia, Manson Family, Playa Fly, MC Mack...
I just feel I have to defend my music genre of choice in the face of such ignorance.

Have a nice day.