Leden 2013

Tomahawk chop is my death blow

29. ledna 2013 v 18:59 | Tobinka |  Fantastično
Oh gosh, doufám že to není repost. To by bylo dost trapné.


How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand
Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man
I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos
Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues

When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me
In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry
Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss
What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop!

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

From Boston to NY, always up to no good
Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood
Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back
Using my hidden blade for a secret attack

Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man
Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can
Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat
What? A man's gotta eat...

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth
Bread and butter, lift the covers and you'll find the fu**in' heat
Revolution I lead, with the world I got beef
I dig my wigs powdered, wear boxers- I don't wear briefs

You can't step up to me and my gang
Horse and carriage, drive bys, bullet in the chamb'
Ridin' over your clique like the Delaware, son
I'll get my face on that dollar before this sh*t's done

How many fools can I kill today?
Too many to count, don't get in my way
I shoot those mofos in the throat with my bow
Tomahawk chop is my death blow

Sice nerozumím politice

26. ledna 2013 v 15:48 | Tobinka |  Madness
Ale opravdu ? OPRAVDU ZEMAN? Vážně lidi? Jste se zranili na hlavě, ne?

Ožralej komáč, no budete mít co jste chtěli.

Být o měsíc starší, tak VOLÍM SLUŠENÉHO PREZIDENTA.

Ne. Neviděla jsem jedinou debatu, nečetla jediný článek. Ale jsem si jistá, že spící rakušan má téhle zemi nabídnout mnohem víc než ten vůl. Už vidím jak nás tehnhle idiot někde reprezentuje a udělá ještě větší ostudu než Klaus s propiskou.

Well done. Indeed.

25. ledna 2013 v 14:53 | Tobinka |  Madness
Oh.
Nesmím používat gify z jistého konkrétního webu, jinak mi tenhle smažou.

ASDFGHJKL.

*zde nadávky*
*a další*

Podělím se o svou bolest videem.

I have returned

24. ledna 2013 v 19:42 | Tobinka |  Madness
to have my vengence.

Tož jsem zpět ze země zaslíbené, kde dvoupatráky jezdí vlevo a nikdo na vác nečumí když táhnete obří pakl s portal gun uvnitř.
Em.
Jakej debil veze přez půl Evropy portal gun?



A taky jsem byla 10 metrů od Cumberbatche, kterej byl u sebe doma a asi v koupelně. A taky maximálně 100 metrů od Toma Hiddlestona.

A vím jaký pen*s má Robert Downey Jr.
Je to dlouhý příběh.

P.S. Proč se v Lodnýně nedají sehnat párátka?

London bridge is falling down...

10. ledna 2013 v 8:41 | Tobinka |  Madness
...falling down, falling down...

Ha. HAHAHAHA. Jsem zase bez počítače. Resp bez internetu, ale to je skoro to samý.

... london bridge is falling down, my fair lady.

Vzhledem k tomu, že jsem celý rok 12 neopustila tuhle kotlinu českou, musím si to vynahradit.
A tak jedu zachránit Tower Bridge.

Just saying.

10 days in London almost on my own.

Peasants.

Song of the Lonely Mountain

3. ledna 2013 v 18:29 | Tobinka |  Fantastično

Far over the Misty Mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the height
What was before, we see once more
Is our kingdom, a distant light

Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words aren't spoken, we'll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune

Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the back of us yet
We'll fight as long as we live

All lies on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain bourne
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long forgotten gold

We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep, and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold

From long ago when lanterns burned
Until this day our hearts have yearned
A fate unknown; the Arkenstone
What was stolen must be returned

We must away, and make the day
To find our song, for heart and soul

Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the end of it yet
We'll fight as long as we live

All lies on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain bourne
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long forgotten gold

Far away the Misty Mountains cold

I QUIT

1. ledna 2013 v 20:37 | Tobinka |  Madness
V rámci vánočního herního maratonu jsem se dostala k tomuhle.

Eziovy bardské písně z Assassin's Creed Revelations.

I CAN'T.
Ne, fakt. Obrovskej easter egg, nebo co? Každý verš souvisí s Eziovým životem. FUCKING BEST THING ON THE INTERNETZ.

I can't believe I stand here, and siiing my time awaste.
But you who sit and smile at me, sincerely, have no taste.

Konstantinyye, I beg you, let Byzantium endure.
Constantin's corpse would turn, And not-'stanbul' the cure.

A minstrel's song I've heard them say,brings maidens by the score.
But luck deserts me when I play,they hasten to the door.

Before Rodrigo was the Pope, he was a man of vises.
And once he gained the holy sea, he raised his vises' prices.

The things I do, to save the world, surprise me time to time.
Like learning how to play the lute, and making these words rhyme.

I siiing in Italiano, you understand no word.
But, my Greek is nonexistent, and my Turkish, is absurd.

Proud Romania's iron lady, a rose of tempered steel,
could raise the ardor of a corpse, and teach a stone to feel.

There once was a man named Duccio, a rat with lecherous taste.
Whenever he would show himself, my fist would find his face.

Oooh, the beauties of Firenze, can melt a heart you'l see.
Beware the girls of Roma, lest fire you wish to pee.

Vierio Vieri, yes he of Pazzi fame,
was just as mad as his old man, and ended just the same.

No-one understands my plight, the life of a musician.
Singing for impatient men, a terminal condition.

Fair Lucrezia could not sate her appetite for lovers.
But I suspect she would be fine, with two or three more brothers.

While traveling through Forli, I took a rather leisure.
She said it strictly business, such business was my pleasure.

I'm dressed up like a jester, I act the fool and mime,
all the actions of those I curse and run down all the time.

Cesare, oh Cesare, a man of great depravity.
Believed himself immortal 'til, he had a date, with gravity.

I will sing in praise of children, I will tune in praise of dames.
I will chant in praise of mighty men, when I recall their names.

To judge a lady's character, not well her company.
If you should wish to see mesage, come spend the night, with me.

I am a tactless minstrel, I sing off key for coins.
If you spot me in the streets, please kick me in the loins.

Young Cesare I heard him say, could not be killed by man.
So I tossed him through the air, to see where he might land.

Venezia's grim Doche, a fierce and evil man,
was just a trifle red of face, when I upset his plan.