thiz song iz str8 off tha nook!

possibly the best song ever to get a lap dance to if youre on extacy. i was rollin balls

LOVEE IT

1st heard it on NItro Circus last night... awesome

OUT IN THE STREET... THEY CALL IT MURDER!

VERSE ONE ::

Welcome to Jamrock
Camp whe' te thugs dem camp at
Two pound a weed inna van back
It inna yuh handbag yuh nap sack
It inna yuh back pack
The smell a give ya girlfriend contact
Some bwoy nuh know dis
Dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club soda
Bedtime stories
And pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no "Back-to"
Di thugs dem wi' do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't mek dem spot you
Unless you carry guns alot too
A bear tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic
Den dem wheel and pop-off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dow and it a beat rapid
Police come inna jeep an' dem can't stop it
Some say dem a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Get drop like a bad habit
So no bother pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

CHORUS ::

Welcome to Jamrock, hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets they call it murder
Uh!

VERSE TWO ::

Welcome to Jamdown
Poor people a dead at random
Political violence can't done
Bare ghosts and Phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the king of kings a call
Old man to pickney
So wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit nah fit me
To win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do nothing at all
Come on let's face it
A ghetto education's basic
And most of the youths dem waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem tek the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all!
And that's why a nuff little youth have some fat matic
With the exra magazine inna dem back pocket
ANd a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who nah lock Gloc, say dem a lock rocket
Dem wi' full you up a current like a shock socket
Dem wi' run a road block which part the cops block it
And from now till a morning nuh stop block it
If dem run outta rounds a bruk-back ratchet

CHORUS ::

Welcome to Jamrock (South side, North side)
Welcome to Jamrock (East coast, West coast)
YOW!
Welcome to Jamrock (Cornwal, Middlesex and Surrey yaw)
EH!
Welcome to Jamrock

OUTRO ::

OUT IN THE STREET THEY CALL IT MURDER
JAMAICA... JAMAICA (x4)
Welcome to Jamrock (x5)

yous a bitch kevin

Why Girls Shouldn't Cheat On Boys

There once was a guy named Jack who had a girlfriend called Ashley. She was the most popular girl in school. The three most popular guys were Tom, Marcus and Jack. Ashley thought Jack was okay, but she really liked Marcus, who liked her, just like every heterosexual guy at the school. Marcus and Jack were archenemies. Marcus repeatedly stole Ashley away from Jack.

One warm Friday, Marcus asked Ashley out to the movies. Jack was eavesdropping and knew when and where they were going.

Later that night, Jack snuck into the seat behind Marcus and Ashley. Jack watched them put arms around each others' shoulder, then hug... then kiss... then PASH!
"Do you want to come to my place and skip this boring movie?" said Ashley.
"Hell yeah!" said Marcus.

Jack followed the couple home. He watched Marcus and Ashley have sex. Then, Jack ran away home. He didn't want to see any more.

On Monday, Jack didn't come to school. At lunch, all the popular kids at school were having their usual coversation.
"Where's Jack?" asked Tom.
"I dunno, probably crying at home because he didn't get to go out with Ashley last night!" said Marcus. Everybody laughed. Marcus had a way of making people laugh. Only the three of them were there. It felt really weird. Jack had never been away from school in his entire life according to Tom.
"Well I never did really break up with him except by text on Saturday!" Ashley added. Both the guys laughed again. It seemed really weird to have such a popular group with only three people in it that day. But that's because it was no ordinary day.

The next day, Jack didn't show up to school either.
Or the next day...
Or on Thursday...
Or that Friday for that matter.

On Saturday, Tom kept trying to ring Jack to see if he could come over, but his phone was switched off. He walked up to his house and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Then he remembered that Jack's parents were commercial airline pilots and they had to work every day so they wouldn't be there. He knocked again, but there was no answer. So Tom figured that Jack must be out, however there was no answer for the rest of the day.

He did the same on Sunday, but he wasn't there all day and he knew that Jack was rarely allowed out at night. Especially when there was school the next day. So Tom sadly rode his bike home at 6 which was his last attempt.

The next day at assembly, the principal had told them that this week the year 12s had to stay back for a special assembly. It was their last assembly and they had Block Exams to do. Why did they have to stay back? The whole year was shocked when they saw Jack's mum walk in.
"Kids," she sighed. "I have made a special announcement because one of our school members has died. Yes, I know. You probably all know Jack Halagey. Yesterday when I came back from a stressful flight to Bangkok and back, I searched for Jack, called the police and found his dead body in his closet. They carbon dated it to be about a week old. There was a note next to it, and I suggest that if you do not like these kind of themes that you leave now."

Some people in the assembly left, but only for religious reasons or the fact that they wanted more study time which they should have been doing for the past 2 months.

"Okay," said Jack's mum. "The note said...

My dearest Ashley,
I watched you at the movie theatre and at Marcus's house and I will continue to watch you. I never thought you would do something like this to me.I really loved you, Ashley. I died for you just like Jesus died for the Christians.

Always with you,
Jack."

Then came the usual tears after that story. The principal walked up to the microphone.
"Thank you Margret Halagey for sharing that sad story with the year 12s. That concludes this week's assembly, year 12 is now dismissed."

Please post this message in 5 places or more, otherwise Jack will haunt you forever. He now watches the mafia as well as Ashley and knows where you all live. He wants you to know about Marcus. He wants you to show you care.
Thanks.

[in loving memory of']
**Jack Halagey**
Born: 29th December, 1992
Died: 4th August, 2008

Still don't believe me? Well here's what happened to my friend's girlfriend. I was at her house two weeks after that happened and we were posting up stupid answers to a blog. Then when she saw this message she blatantly ignored it. The next day at school on that gloomy Monday morning, something excited the whole school. As she was making a speech in front of the class as her English assignment, she collapsed in front of everyone. She had just suddenly died.

[in loving memory of]
**Catherine Morton**
Born: 1st April, 1995
Died: 25th August, 2008

Later on when police investigated, they found poisoning in her sandwich that she ate that day.

After school on Wednesday, my other friend was checking through his e-mail and found this same message. I was at his house for a sleepover. He deleted it thinking it was a stupid forward. He was on a flight to Indonesia the next day. When he got to Jakarta International Airport, they found a form of poisoning inside his bag. When Australian justice found out about this, it was also the same one-of-a-kind poison that was found in that girl's sandwich. Since he was in Indonesia and she also came from Indonesia, he faced trials the next day and on Monday, he was executed.

Two weeks later, Brisbane International and Sydney International airport security went through the records and found that the poison was in fact snuck into the luggage that went on the flight to Jakarta.

[in loving memory of]
**Matthew Grainne**
Born: 28th February, 1995
Died: 1st September, 2008

Two examples of how people ended up dead by not spreading this message.

Something else had also been found relating to the case.
Imeem Music Website
Tuesday 6th January 2009...

haunted (permalink)12:31am
WHEN U R READING THIS DONT STOP OR
SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN! MY NAME IS
SUMMER I AM 15 YEARS OLD i have BLONDE
HAIR ,MANY SCARS no NOSE OR EARS.. I
AM DEAD. IF U DONT COPY THIS JUST LIKE
FROM THE RING, COPY N POST THIS ON 5
MORE SITES.. OR.. I WILL APPEAR ONE
DARK QUIET NIGHT WHEN UR NOT ExPECTING
IT BY YOUR BED WITH A KNIFE AND KILL
U. THIS IS NO JOKE SOMETHING GOOD WILL
HAPPEN TO U IF YOU POST THIS 5 MORE TIMES!

[in loving memory of]
**Summer Jones**
Born: 31st March, 1993
Died: 5th January, 2009

home boi go suck yuh mudda pussyhole try come wit bare disrespect

Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff thing come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can't done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, dat's when dem take da guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And dat's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, dem a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex and Surrey) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

Intro]
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 1]
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van bag
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give your girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And they don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to
And won't think twice to shoot you
Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A pure tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead at random
Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
theem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave one hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election they trick we
And they don't do nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when they waste it, that's when they take the guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And that's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Them a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

[Outro]
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock