Current Events > A GameFAQs State of Mind - By Rapper Vegy McVeg

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A GameFAQs State of Mind (The Texas Toast Hip Hop)
By Vegy McVeg
A Rap



Yeah, yeah
Ayo, fam-a-lams, it's time.
It's time, fam-a-lams (aight, fam-a-lams, begin).
Straight out the green dungeons of rap.
The banana drops deep as does my poo.
I never hump, 'cause to hump is the sister of blue.
Beyond the walls of ferrets, life is defined.
I think of shitposting when I'm in a GameFAQs state of mind.
Hope the hew got some pursue.
My blue don't like no dirty eschew.
Run up to the queue and get the purview.
In a GameFAQs state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The moldy banana?
You complain about G.I.R.L.S..
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cabana.
I'm rappin' to the lone,
And I'm gonna move your drone.
Trashy, naked, sensual, like a roast beef
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cabana.
I can't take the G.I.R.L.S., can't take the map.
I woulda tried to judo chop I guess I got no trap.
I'm rappin' to the drone,
And I'm gonna move your lone.
Yea, yaz, in a GameFAQs state of mind.
When I was young my sister had a santa.
I waz kicked out without no cabana.
I never thought I'd see that arcana.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's americana.
A toasty slip is quite the dip.
Thinking of shitposting. Yaz, thinking of shitposting (shitposting).

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The Blood Brothers Gone



by Vegy McVeg
One morning in a house in Texas, The Veg McVeg opens a gift from his Blood Brothers, Stinky Sphincter, and The Veg knows their lives will never be the same again.

Whilst trying to rebuild his life, The Veg witnesses a crime that leads him to question a new relationship. He becomes obsessed with enigmatic stranger Giant Boobs. What is her connection to Stinky, and why has she turned up now?

The Veg's behaviour becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth and the significance of a very greasy banana, all whilst battling to cope with priapism.

Every day, The Veg gets closer to the truth. And the closer he gets, the more mind-crushing it seems.


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~claps

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How much does he love moist walnuts?
By Vegy McVeg
An Original Song



He gets on with life as a underwear model,
He's an aromatic kinda chap.
He likes scratching on Sundays,
He likes collecting Susan Coffey pics in the week.
He likes to contemplate shitposting.
But when he starts to daydream,
His mind turns straight to moist walnuts.

Shoop-shoop!

Does he love moist walnuts more than shitposting?
Does he love moist walnuts more than shitposting?

He likes to use words like 'dang-zap,'
He likes to use words like 'RE-SPEKT.'
He likes to use words about shitposting.
But when he stops his talking,
His mind turns straight to moist walnuts.

Shoop-shoop!

Does he love moist walnuts more than shitposting?
Does he love moist walnuts more than shitposting?

He likes to hang out with right hand,
He likes to kick back with left hand,
But when left alone,
His mind turns straight to moist walnuts.

Shoop-shoop!

Does he love moist walnuts more than shitposting?
Does he love moist walnuts more than shitposting?

He's not too fond of respecting women,
He really hates CjayC,
But he just thinks back to moist walnuts,
And he's happy once again.

Shoop-shoop!

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Slimy Vegy Vegy
A Short Story
by Vegy McVeg



Vegy Vegy looked at the moist banana in his hands and felt angry.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his empty surroundings. He had always hated old Current Events with its shaky, shiny shitposts. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Boobs McBoobs. Boobs was an oily sultry actress with malodorous perineums and unwashed scrotums.
Vegy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a slimy, slick, tears of the innocent drinker with kinky perineums and smelly scrotums. His friends saw him as a vacant, vague VHS tape. Once, he had even helped a substantial old lady cross the road.
But not even a slimy person who had once helped a substantial old lady cross the road, was prepared for what Boobs had in store today.
The rainy teased like sniffing zebras, making Vegy horny.
As Vegy stepped outside and Boobs came closer, he could see the afraid glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want restraining order," Boobs bellowed, in a lubricated tone. She slammed her fist against Vegy's chest, with the force of 13 heffalumps. "I frigging hate you, Vegy Vegy."
Vegy looked back, even more horny and still fingering the moist banana. "Boobs, I respect the flip out of you," he replied.
They looked at each other with horny feelings, like two late, large ligers rubbing at a very smooth funeral, which had punk jazz music playing in the background and two ribbed uncles grinding to the beat.
Suddenly, Boobs lunged forward and tried to punch Vegy in the face. Quickly, Vegy grabbed the moist banana and brought it down on Boobs's skull.
Boobs's malodorous perineums trembled and her unwashed scrotums wobbled. She looked angry, her body raw like a defiant, diced dildo.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Boobs McBoobs was dead.
Vegy Vegy went back inside and made himself a nice drink of tears of the innocent.
THE END

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True dat playa
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DarkRoast posted...

Straight out the green dungeons of rap.

Absolutely fuck you for not saying "Straight out the fucking dungeons of FAQs"

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I usually love moddin all alone
This time around brin The Trent witcha
But we ain't really gonna mod at all
You ain't gonna catch me with my alt accounts
In my CEty I'm a young md
That nkl be so vicious
your mod white, he right here in this topic
Get me redder than SBAllen's ask the mods topics

Asked me if I mod the queue every day, I said often
Asked how many times you dispute, not so often
Snitches mark your topics either way, often
Baby I can make that queue disappear, often
Moddin, moddin, I'm always fuckin moddin
lock this topic now and mod you how I want to
Moddin, moddin, I'm always fuckin moddin
lock this topic now and mod you how I want to

Moddin, moddin, I'm always fuckin moddin
Infatuated with my mod status
She wanna ride inside that Red Ventures Honda Civic
I come around, he delete that post like it ain't matter
You been posting all day need to change manners
I'm just happy that mods shut this down
I'm bout to hit that queue for a whole hour
If I mod him, you can mod him, man it don't matter
I'm never sour I'm just modding every hour


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Your style is rich, dope, phat and which.

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Just da FAQs mang

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Someone sing dese
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I'm just glad you picked the NAS song instead of the Billy Joel song.

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Doesn't work unless you do the "da, dis, dere, dat" thing Vegy does

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ApherosyLove posted...

Absolutely fuck you for not saying "Straight out the fucking dungeons of FAQs"

True. Shouldve added where fake ALTS dont make it back! right after.

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Nas would report this topic.

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who
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