a couple hits’ll makes my eyes and my shoulders lean
i smoke so much weed that it has turned my eyes green
call me incredible or call me mr. hulk
**** with me i have you outlined in white chalk
so put up the yellow tape and call the police
and i ain’t snackin on you *****.es it’s a ****** feast
i eat up bitc.h rappers like i eat up with this beat
my stomach’s so full that i can’t see my feet
so call me floyd j-r because i can’t be beat
i’m the champ no doubt bit.ch envy me
i’m on top and i ain’t coming down
and you can call me king kong cause i’m on top of this town

ain’t no doubt i’m the king give me my crown.
i’m a knockout, i ain’t no knock down
i get the knockout, never the decision
swagga’s so bright that i done fuc.ked ya vision

my rhymes are so hot that i make ya ears melt
i drive em crazy on these beat fasten ya seat belt
hotter than a heater i am hotter than the sun
bit.ch i done won, you’ve been outdone
i am a machine, you just a water gun
i’m a new episode your just a rerun

i pack so much heat, that you can hear me sizzle
i steal a beat and whoop your a.ss on the instrumental
i’m at the head of the pack never in the middle
i’m ******* big time cause i don’t mess with the little

this ain’t the last rhyme that you’ll ever hear me on
but you can wave bye bye cause i’m so far gone

…… this is to the shoulder lean beat

I just recently had a car crash. A semi truck had hit me from behind and my car rolled twice and knocked down an electric box, then stopped. The car is tolled and the doctors were amazed that i only had scratches and bruises and that if i hadn’t wore my seat belt i would have been dead for sure.
Of course during the accident i was scared, but after they took me to the hospital i only felt guilt and hatred. I wasn’t scared because i knew that i wasn’t going to die and that there weren’t an serious injuries. When my parents came to the hospital i was covering up my emotions and even tried to make mom laugh so that she would stop crying and worrying.
Until now i have that little fear of what could have happened if i hadn’t wore my belt but its not like im in trauma or in phobia of ever riding a driving a car again. But my emotions of guilt and hatred are more dominate.
My mom says that it not normal for me not be scared or traumatized of the whole thing. I tell her that everyone has different reaction, but no she says that im not ‘normal’ and that Im acting like nothing happened. Of course im not acting like nothing happened, im just trying to move on with my life without looking back at the past.
So i guess my question is it ‘normal’ that i wasn’t ‘that scared’ because of the accident, and my feelings of guilt and hatred were more taking over my emotions?

okay 3 years ago my dad bought a car for my sister. everything was fine till 2 years ago when my sister crash. (the reason they crash is because her ex boyfriend hit her and then pulled her hair all the way down the the seat) imagine driving around 60-70 MPH she lost control and crash the car flip a couple of times, she was pregnant fortunately the baby came out just perfect thanks to god. the guy was drunk. he did not had the seat belt on so he flew out the car through the window he he turned out fine. the police arrested him because he said he was the one driving and he was drunk. but my sister was so he was taking the fault for the accident. later my sister talk and said she was driving.
so they let him out but the police never knew that he hit her when driving. because my sister loved him so she didn’t said nothing either. the insurance gave 10k to the guy for the hospital and stuff. my sister since she was pregnant the baby covered her. but they still had to pay the car there were like 6k left by "k" i mean thousand. but the car was still under my dad’s name. they got separate. so there was a deal between my dad and him. by word. since it was hes fault he was gonna keep paying for the car. he pay a couple of months but then he stop paying it. but my did didn’t know. so now a letter came home saying my dad is in collection. my sister and her ex. are both illegal immigrants… what happens is that my dad doesn’t like the idea of being i collection. what could happen if my dad talks and say’s the truth? that the ex. hit her wile she was driving and was drunk and that with the 10 thousand dollars he bought a new truck for him self and didn’t used it for the hospital. and hes living the life to the fullest and my dad in a hole. for the collection.??? if my dad talks could they do anything at all ? and have Police ICE involved? even though they have nothing to do in this? or what could happen?

okay 3 years ago my dad bought a car for my sister. everything was fine till 2 years ago when my sister crash. (the reason they crash is because her ex boyfriend hit her and then pulled her hair all the way down the the seat) imagine driving around 60-70 MPH she lost control and crash the car flip a couple of times, she was pregnant fortunately the baby came out just perfect thanks to god. the guy was drunk. he did not had the seat belt on so he flew out the car through the window he he turned out fine. the police arrested him because he said he was the one driving and he was drunk. but my sister was so he was taking the fault for the accident. later my sister talk and said she was driving.
so they let him out but the police never knew that he hit her when driving. because my sister loved him so she didn’t said nothing either. the insurance gave 10k to the guy for the hospital and stuff. my sister since she was pregnant the baby covered her. but they still had to pay the car there were like 6k left by "k" i mean thousand. but the car was still under my dad’s name. they got separate. so there was a deal between my dad and him. by word. since it was hes fault he was gonna keep paying for the car. he pay a couple of months but then he stop paying it. but my did didn’t know. so now a letter came home saying my dad is in collection. my sister and her ex. are both illegal immigrants… what happens is that my dad doesn’t like the idea of being i collection. what could happen if my dad talks and say’s the truth? that the ex. hit her wile she was driving and was drunk and that with the 10 thousand dollars he bought a new truck for him self and didn’t used it for the hospital. and hes living the life to the fullest and my dad in a hole. for the collection.??? if my dad talks could they do anything at all ? and have Police ICE involved? even though they have nothing to do in this? or what could happen?

This is the very first draft and I just want to know if the idea is okay. Also I’d like any suggestions on how to fix it… (Adam is Ana’s twin brother)

A transport truck is coming to the side. Too fast. It doesn’t see us.
The car goes flying as we collide. It rolls over again and again. The glass shatters and cuts my face. My leg is crushed as the transport truck tips over half the car. I scream. I feel my bone shatter. The car stops on its side.
I hang in the car, pain engulfing me. I can’t move. There is more blood.
"Adam?" I call out.
No answer.
"Adam!" I call out, more urgently.
I turn my neck painfully.
He isn’t in his seat.
I panick, grab a piece of glass and start to saw off the seat belt holding me captive in my seat.
I finally cut through and fall on my back.
Sharp pains sting me. I ignore them and push myself through the broken window with my good leg and my good arm. My other arm won’t move. I jostle my shattered leg, and suppress a scream.
I slid on sharp glass that cuts through my shirt and back. I scream, pushing with all my might, making the glass dig deeper into my skin.
I Turn over and drag myself further away from the metal mess.
I can’t breath. It hurts too much.
I try to stand, but my leg wont cooperate. Pain makes me blind and I wait breathing shallowly.
I drag myself, despite the pain to the other side of the car.
"Adam!" Still no answer
I realize Theres a a big sharp piece of glass that has cut through my cheek. I can feel it with my tongue. I count to three and pull it out. It is slippery with blood and I can’t help but scream.
I see a lump of a body. Mangled and broken on the street.
I gasp and drag myself over as fast and painful as possible.
He is breathing. I hear with each breath a painful wheez escape from his throat.
"No," I whisper. "Adam. Stop joking, this isn’t funny."
He doesn’t answer.
"Adam. Open your eyes." I demand. Tears slid down my face silently.
He opens his eyes.
I sigh in Relief.
"Okay, tell me were it hurts." I can tell his leg is in a freaky angle. His bone is jutting out of his arm and his face is covered in blood. His other arm is pined under his back also in an unnatural position. I try to fix it. He doesn’t scream. He yelps "Stop! Stop! No don’t!"
I cry. What do I do? I check my pocket. My phone in still there.
"I’m getting help Adam. It’ll be fine! Someone will come and help us." I remember our car has all star.
"Someone will be here soon." I pull his head into my lap. He groans. "We’ll be okay. We’ll go to the hospital and we’ll get better and we’ll go home and you’ll talk to dad like you promised and everything will be fine."
I hear sirens. "See," I say. "Do you hear! They’ll be here any second. I’ll stay with you no matter what. I’ll stay until you’re good."
He wheezes and cogh. I can hear the pain. I can hear how it hurts. I know how he hurts.
"Andre," He sais pain distorting his voice.
"Yea! Yea what is it Adam?" I say panicking. My tears trickle onto his face. I wipe his face with my shirt. I wanted to take it off and mop off the blood so he could open his eyes all the way, so I could see his face. But my arm is in such pain I can’t move anymore.
"I’m sorry."
"No Adam." I cry. "No you are the best and I love you so I’m not mad. No just wait and we’ll be fine."
"I love you too." He grunts and has a small spasm.
He stops moving. I can hear how hard it is for him to breath but it’s comforting to hear him breathe.
"The sirens are louder Adam!" I hug his head. "You’ll be fine soon."
"Ana, in my room, there is a tin under my matress. Keep it. Don’t show anyone."
"You can show me when you get home okay?"
He doesn’t answer.
"Okay!"
"Yea." He huffs softly.
His breathing spikes and I can’t bear to hear. "I love you." He sais.
The ambulances are here. I hear people rush to the car.
"Adam, there here."
Nothing.
I shake him.
"Adam!" There is no movement in my arm. No sound of labored breathing coming from my brother.
"Adam!" I cry. "AADDDAMMMM!!!!" I yell.
Nothing.
I cradle his head in my arm and cry.
People try to pick me up. I fight their arms off and hold onto him.
They stop touching me.
A man with dark hair bends down in front of me.
"He’s gone honey. Let him go."
I cry hysterical.
"No! He needs me!"
He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Okay." He turn es to all the paramedics and police. "Get a stretcher." He sais.
Adam lay limp in my arms. I can’t accept it. It is impossible. I feel a sharp pain in arm . . .

This is the very first draft and I just want to know if the idea is okay. Also I’d like any suggestions on how to fix it… (Adam is Ana’s twin brother)

A transport truck is coming to the side. Too fast. It doesn’t see us.
The car goes flying as we collide. It rolls over again and again. The glass shatters and cuts my face. My leg is crushed as the transport truck tips over half the car. I scream. I feel my bone shatter. The car stops on its side.
I hang in the car, pain engulfing me. I can’t move. There is more blood.
"Adam?" I call out.
No answer.
"Adam!" I call out, more urgently.
I turn my neck painfully.
He isn’t in his seat.
I panick, grab a piece of glass and start to saw off the seat belt holding me captive in my seat.
I finally cut through and fall on my back.
Sharp pains sting me. I ignore them and push myself through the broken window with my good leg and my good arm. My other arm won’t move. I jostle my shattered leg, and suppress a scream.
I slid on sharp glass that cuts through my shirt and back. I scream, pushing with all my might, making the glass dig deeper into my skin.
I Turn over and drag myself further away from the metal mess.
I can’t breath. It hurts too much.
I try to stand, but my leg wont cooperate. Pain makes me blind and I wait breathing shallowly.
I drag myself, despite the pain to the other side of the car.
"Adam!" Still no answer
I realize Theres a a big sharp piece of glass that has cut through my cheek. I can feel it with my tongue. I count to three and pull it out. It is slippery with blood and I can’t help but scream.
I see a lump of a body. Mangled and broken on the street.
I gasp and drag myself over as fast and painful as possible.
He is breathing. I hear with each breath a painful wheez escape from his throat.
"No," I whisper. "Adam. Stop joking, this isn’t funny."
He doesn’t answer.
"Adam. Open your eyes." I demand. Tears slid down my face silently.
He opens his eyes.
I sigh in Relief.
"Okay, tell me were it hurts." I can tell his leg is in a freaky angle. His bone is jutting out of his arm and his face is covered in blood. His other arm is pined under his back also in an unnatural position. I try to fix it. He doesn’t scream. He yelps "Stop! Stop! No don’t!"
I cry. What do I do? I check my pocket. My phone in still there.
"I’m getting help Adam. It’ll be fine! Someone will come and help us." I remember our car has all star.
"Someone will be here soon." I pull his head into my lap. He groans. "We’ll be okay. We’ll go to the hospital and we’ll get better and we’ll go home and you’ll talk to dad like you promised and everything will be fine."
I hear sirens. "See," I say. "Do you hear! They’ll be here any second. I’ll stay with you no matter what. I’ll stay until you’re good."
He wheezes and cogh. I can hear the pain. I can hear how it hurts. I know how he hurts.
"Andre," He sais pain distorting his voice.
"Yea! Yea what is it Adam?" I say panicking. My tears trickle onto his face. I wipe his face with my shirt. I wanted to take it off and mop off the blood so he could open his eyes all the way, so I could see his face. But my arm is in such pain I can’t move anymore.
"I’m sorry."
"No Adam." I cry. "No you are the best and I love you so I’m not mad. No just wait and we’ll be fine."
"I love you too." He grunts and has a small spasm.
He stops moving. I can hear how hard it is for him to breath but it’s comforting to hear him breathe.
"The sirens are louder Adam!" I hug his head. "You’ll be fine soon."
"Ana, in my room, there is a tin under my matress. Keep it. Don’t show anyone."
"You can show me when you get home okay?"
He doesn’t answer.
"Okay!"
"Yea." He huffs softly.
His breathing spikes and I can’t bear to hear. "I love you." He sais.
The ambulances are here. I hear people rush to the car.
"Adam, there here."
Nothing.
I shake him.
"Adam!" There is no movement in my arm. No sound of labored breathing coming from my brother.
"Adam!" I cry. "AADDDAMMMM!!!!" I yell.
Nothing.
I cradle his head in my arm and cry.
People try to pick me up. I fight their arms off and hold onto him.
They stop touching me.
A man with dark hair bends down in front of me.
"He’s gone honey. Let him go."
I cry hysterical.
"No! He needs me!"
He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Okay." He turn es to all the paramedics and police. "Get a stretcher." He sais.
Adam lay limp in my arms. I can’t accept it. It is impossible. I feel a sharp pain in arm . . .

To make the story shorter this is what happen…

It was on the 22nd of this month when my girlfriend was in a rush to get something she had forgotten at a restaurant, since she was on a rush she disregard the stop sign. An suv was driving maybe at 40mph (free) when she impact with it at 65 mph. I don’t remember if I had my seat-belt on. After an hour a cop came over and told me and my girlfriend and the other guy from the suv if we needed an ambulance. We all said no. At that moment I just felt pain in my right ear, and itchiness in my right side ribs. 5 hours later I notice a big lump in by back between my neck and shoulder. its been disappearing by now. Ive been taking painkiller and I feel great but I try a day with out them and I just feel a bit of pain in my back, my ear still hurts well the external part. My grandmother told me to not worry about the money nor she being my girlfriend and for me to report her insurance to pay for me and that I must go with a doctor to x ray my back and check my nerves and all possible things because that could bring serious problem to me in the future, my grandma told me that the insurance should cover that but I don’t know. So I am planning to comment that with my girlfriend so we both go together with a doctor and check both of us because her chest hurt as hell too. The problem is that the insurance is under his dads name an he only lend it to her that day, the truck was borrowed. I dont know if the insurance will cover, or what legal actions I must take, I mean I dont have the courage because she is me girlfriend but its her fault. Please advide me what should I do? Thanks!

Made a clunking noise when you would make a turn at low speeds or go over speed bumps. Seat belt cover fell off,,back panel in the trunk kept coming off,,couldnt get it out of park and had to get that part replaced. I realize the car is a brand new design..but that many problems? Any1 else have the brand new Mustang with any of these problems??

cold air comes out when i turn on the heat and only from the dash defroster vent. when i switch to floor or center vents, it still just come out the defroster vent. the dials for the fan, hot and cold and vents do not light up and only the 1 and 2 button on the radio light up. the seat belt light keeps flashing on and off even when i have my seat belt buckled. any ideas?

i notice this weeks that why truck is not doing the buzzing noise when i have the doors open or when someone forgets to put on their seat belt it use to do it when i forgot to take of the parking brake off it use to worn me. what should i look for fuses? i still have warranty on the truck would the dealer cover this? please help me thank you