Human Vs Zombie Survival MMORPG Game

Bogart
This is a real live human player.
Bogart is a proud supporter of Brain Chef.

Attacking a player takes four turns

Level:

Kills:

Weapon:

Katana

Clan:

Zack Attack

Turf:

Chicago

Kill Log

Back to the streets

Alias:

Bogart The Bo$$ Hog Barbarian --Common Sense, Common's tellin ya-- Picture a king, with heater, holy book, and big rings Real nigga doin big things interpreting dreams Off the Jim Bean, ain't shit sweet for sixteens My gods got the block sewn to th

Quote:

Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.---- -----If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a zombie face - forever. You better know now or know how We so foul and profound Blowouts, CD's sold out, the illest no doubt When "Celph Titled" roll out, immaculate respect "Uzi's" and "Tek's" protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck Bitch there ain't a diesel cat that could face me You don't really want to run your mouth and make me Summon the gods with my mystery chant And perform the running-man for my victory dance Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy Record a demo while the "Demigodz" make new songs Your better off running the triathalon with parachutes on A real bug-nigga, and thats how I'm better known You make beats, I'd rather rhyme to a metronome Other crews got ego's but can't floss right I'll run them over have em' smoking the exhaust pipe

Day Job:

Greencard Husband and Jesuit Gypsy King. There yours mom always advised not to play in the dark. I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign I stay on tracks, while thrwoing rappers under the train I'm numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame I appreciate her, everything thats under her brain When reciting it's lighting with thunder and rain A "Demigod" that's beyond your small blundering brains Fortunate fame, really it's just one in the same That I obtain while your still a bum begging for change Trying to front like your new and really nothing has changed You ain't underground, your locked in a dungeon with chains Your not a thug cuz' you rock your little "Lugz" and a chain I'm a slug, nah fuck that, I'm double the pain Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range I'll fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin her life Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight I will always be Bogart, youngest child of Dorothy My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity I slung the E, held my first heat with curiousity Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me I came from curses, cuffs, and suede Pumas To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr. I became a criminal when few though I wasn't My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice And with the @@@ The quarters not working I question my purpose in life It must be to write, son I'm very determined I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman Bread not moldin, the chosen upholding unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin but don't look at me differently on the strengh that I'm holdin This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen I pitch like Randy Johnson Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson

Location:

A land unknown to all the rest of the world, and where human nature is altogether different from ours. The land where everything goes on well, for there must infallibly be one of that sort somewhere. Me I like to embrace and swim with the sharks. Check I'm nuttin but a mother fuckin P-I-M to the P C-A-P die I put that on a G I'm gonna change the game And bang your thang While taking center stage My nigga I switch nothin but the heat When I'm bumpin up your streets Niggas here the bass poundin Hoes soundin and drownin Surrounded when I'm clowin Oak town and Windy City put it down And when a pimp nigga dance he bounces Now tell me what them hoes like Givin them niggas some head Jump in the bed Then fuck um the whole night Oh my Pimpin ain't an illusion my nigga the shit is like a gold mine So I'm Trying to get my hands on a rock and fill my shit up like a predential Writing around without a pen or a pencil A block away instrumentals ya'll niggas cant fuck with my credentials I'm into it. Bitch I'm sick of Chi but anyways I ain't trippin I'm gone I meet a hundred hoes in every state Fuckin around with heavy weight ass niggas Who be steady pimpin these hoes Getting sprung each and every day Mezzy, Twista and Deseree And was some bad ass bitches Let um fuck with Penny and Alizae I was off in an eagle when its your brotha with another hoe She gave me cause she spotted me a mile away After the party she wanted to come and chill with me Had her girls with her said they met us at the hotel I was trippin cause my nigga Shawn was laughin at they asses callin names I told G yeah i know these hoes well We proceeded to bail nor we fixin to roll in the L Ready to d off in these city hoes Pimpin ain't easy but somebody's gotta do it yo I got plenty of dough And I went down to get a buck and hit it more/ 24-7 pimpin a day gone Hook up in tha studio with niggas in tha Bay strong With the havanahs and the links on "Pop Them Collas" ain't

Heroes:

Yulia Tymoshenko.. A crossbreed between the Star Wars and Terminator 3 chick. When your look like a canaries, go sing to the narcs.

Least Favorite Words:

A Jesuit! A Jesuit! We shall have our revenge, and firstrate fare. Let us eat up the Jesuit! Let us eat up the Jesuit! My Block nothing but animals they call it Noah Ark. Why you ain't call me@ You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded Why you ain't call me@ I'm not broken-hearted, but I couldv'e been old when I started Why you ain't call me@ You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded Why you ain't call me@ You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang. Maybe I'm trippin', full of delusion Maybe it come from all the drugs I was usin' Maybe I am the best thing that you ever saw Maybe I'm wrong and you don't know me at all I guess I'm blinded, I got reminded That none of you just will ever know who the N9ne is And you never heard of the homie from the Show-me PUNK THAT! I know you niggas know me!

I believe:

there are no true friend in Brainchef. We are all sharks circling, and waiting, for traces of blood to appear in the water. Man these zombies acting likes their something their arent. Im a hater with a job, dont have no prob, when I see you with that snow cone stands best believe im talking it all. We came here to party, join together everybody Let's celebrate (it's a party goin on) It's a holiday (it's a party goin on) We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody Let's celebrate (it's a party goin on) It's a holiday (it's a party goin on) Once again, it's on, it's been awhile since you heard the style Yes it took a little time but now we worth your while To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this track caps off at that official Zack Attack bomb shit The Ill-town party rhyme sayer Depletin MC's like the ozone layer May acquire my desires and like vintage wine we shall sell no rhyme, before it's time I'm, the Nineteen Naughty Nine MCV Microphone controller, master of ceremonies So remember why you hate me I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By Association Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don't come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ You try to keep on rhymin like you didn't know Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows. So yo the moral of the story in this game called Braicnef Either we all gon' clap, or somebody gon' get clapped And I'm not down with that, sure as my name's Bogart In '09 I will officially re-open up the block And dedicate my life to preservation of hip-hop I'm tired of seein the people of my culture gettin cattle proded And now I must step up because I know that's all we got I must do it, pursue it, before all the maggots make it rot Hip-Hop, it ain't gon' die, it's gon' diversify And as long as I'm alive, I'm gon' promote the I And no matter how many people try to use or difuse it It ain't nuttin like chainsaw music!!

Last Login:

2008-12-07