Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Pigs 'n Shyt

Yo, Ghost got dat pig shit, son! We was in da studio gettin' it in and he was like, "Yo Bubba, I think I got dat pig shit, son." Itz probably 'cause he's been bangin' dis Mexican chick from 'round da way. He says it's his new girlfriend, but I don't see how dats even a possible cuz she don't be speakin' english good like me.

Anyways, when I found out Ghost was sick I went to da corner where she and her homegurls be hangin' and I brought her back to my place. We put dat chick in da closet and ain't lettin' her out until she and Ghost ain't sick no more. Dat way she won't infect anyone else wit' dat pig flu. People say dis ain't human like and dat I can get brought up on charges for kidnappin' and holding hostage or whatever, but da Chinamen is doin' it to all da Mexicans in their country and those mu'fukkas is smart as shyt!

In other news updates and whatevea, Ghost is graduated to a G-4 readin' level.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Montreal, son!!!!

Yo, dis' Bubba from Crucial Element.


Ghost 'n me gonna be auditionin' for a freestyle competition in Montreal. I ain't never heard of Montreal, so I did some research on da internet. I got side tracked and ended up lookin' up some utha shyyt so I still don't know nuffin' 'bout no Montreal, but I know how to roll a doobie out of an ink pen. Google is off da hook!

But yo, I bet Montreal is off da hook. I bet it's like a beach resort wit' some models 'n whatever.

I hear a bunch 'a famous peeps gonna be there. HBO gonna be there, Showtime gonna be there, I think all of TV is gonna be there, son. If TV is there I'm gonna ask why they took off Cita's World from BET. That show was off the hook, son. She reminded me of my moms.

Aiight....wish us luck in the freestyle competition auditions and we'll holla later.

C.E. suckaaaaaaaaazzzz!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

now DATS whut um talkin' 'bout

YOOOOOO! First 'n foremost, dis ya' boy Bubba from Crucial Element.


Aiight, first thing is first. Christian Bale is OFFICIALLY the new member of Crucial Element, son!!!! I just heard him WAIL on dis bitch ass dude for walkin' too close to him 'n shit. I flipped my shit when I heard dat son....dude is gangsta. It don't get more gangsta than dat. So just to reiterate the shit, the Crucial Element roll call is like this:

-Batman Bale

Yo, I considered offering my lil' homie Michael Phelps membership but dat tall goofy ass mu'fukka don't know what it mean to be on the low with his dirt. Dat swimmin' ass fool was like, "Yo son, take a picture of me hittin' dis bong." Dumb ass mu'fuckka dumb as pet rocks! I mean Ghost and I can do shit like dat 'cause we Crucial Element. Dat is even more true now 'cause if somebody try to cross us, my big homie Batman Bale gonna snap!

You don't want dat!

Anyways, Ghost and I is Crucial Element and da fuzz know whuts really good wit' how we gets busy. Fuck da po-leese!!!!

Aiight, dats all I got. Ya boy ain't up on his swagg today, but next time I'ma be up on my shit.


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

whats good?!

Yo, whuts good people?! Its ya' boy Bubba from Crucial Element.


So Ghost and I are always on the grind to blow up...or at least get blown...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL LOL LOL LMAO ROTFLMAO LOL HAHAHAHA! You know what I'm sayin'.

Anyways, I been anthropologically lookin' at pop culture and my studies concluded dat makin' an explicit tape leads to a guaranteed blow up type of situation. Look at Paris Hilton. That chick don't do nothin' but get arrested and party, but she still blown up. How? Explicit tape, son! So, Ghost and I have decided to make one of these joints and make a billion dollars to invest in gold, japanese corporation, and blow up initiatives.

If you haven't been able to tell already, I been readin' mad bid'ness books 'n shyt. My vocabulary has exceled exponentially with the status quo of what's really poppin'. I red dis book on economix and dats how I figured out dat we should start makin' a surplus of shyt just in case people need it 'cause eventually we all need stuff. Here's my trick though. We go to the grocery stores and buy stuff and den we sell the stuff out of our crib for WAY more money! That way we make profit and bid'ness is all about profit marginal resource managements.

That's another phrase I picked up. See me, son!!!!

Aiight, dats all the time I got. Ghost says what's up. He can't contribute to da blog yet 'cause he got readin' problems. When he tries to read da words is all wobbly and upside down. He asked his moms what the problem is, but she said he's just retarded and there's nothin' no body can do to make him unretarded, so he just can't read or write.

So, like...since he can't read what I'm typin' I wanna take dis moment to say Ghost is mad gay.


I'm kiddin', dats my homie.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

aiight, aiight, aiight

Yo, dis Bbba frum Crucial Element.


Fuck is up wit' dem dogs, son! I was walkin' outside and its cold as a bitch who practice chastity. Not like one a dem quaker hoes who don't know how good sects wit' me is, but like a super model hoe who DO know how good sects wit' me is, but she don't wanna do it 'cause she bein' cold. Its like dat kinda cold outside.

Anyways, I was walkin' 'n shit and I saw this chick walkin' her dog and she had on her lil' hat wit' her lil' scarf 'n her ugly ass ugs on (snow boots is WACK, son) and her dog ain't have on shit! No wonder dogs is always shittin' on shit. They don't give a fuck. Dey like, "Fine, you gonna have me out here walkin in the freezin' ass cold, I'm gonna shit on your grass and I'ma piss on yo' trees!"

Yo, put a damn sweater or somethin' on your dog, bitches!

I was on the internets lookin' for dat Paris Hilton sex tape shit, but I ended up reading this blog by a dude named Perez Hilton. I thought it was her brotha or some shit, but it turns out he's just like some dude who puts white shit around celebrities' mouths in pictures 'n shit. I thought the shit was wack for 2 reasons:

1) I don't even think dude is REALLY hispanic. How you gonna be named Perez and you ain't hispanic?!
2) Dude ain't shit. All he doin' is puttin' white shit around people's mouths and drawin' dicks 'n shit.
3) Dude is part of dat papparaki media and that shit is wack-a-docious.

And although that papparaki shit is wack, I figured that if some fake ass hispanic dude can get money by drawin' skeet stains on people's mouths, then me and Ghost can become papparaki and stack madd greenery. Except hat we gonna do the shit for real!!!!

So, me and Ghost gonna go to California with a camera and we gonna look for celebrities with the papparaki media. But while those idiots is takin' pictures of dem goin' to the grocery store or on the beach 'n shit we gonna be gettin' pictures of us skeetin' in they mouths. So yeah, Perez Hilton...you can draw all the skeet you want. When C.E. comes into the game with pictures of celebrities with REAL skeet on they mouth - not only dat but OUR skeet - we gonna run shit!

Move over, son!!!!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Da Get Money Capers for CRUCIAL Times

Yo, dis Bubba frum CRUCIAL ELEMENT!

So, I read the news and it turns out that there the American conomy really IS jacked right now. I thought it was all a conspiracy plot to get us to shop at Wal-Mart, but as it turns out shyt really iz fuucced. So, me an' my homie Ghost been comin' up wit' mad shyt we can do to get money.

I mentioned in da last blog about gettin' up on gold. Gold is always worth somethin', son. So basically da plan is dat me an' Ghost gonna invest in gold and melt it into gangsta grillz and sell 'em for crazy profit. Scientific studies show dat different demographics have a shortage of gangsta grillz. I mean, I done the research myself when I'm in da streets. How many people you see with grillz? Not many, right? Boom...there's a shortage and where there is shortage there is demand and where there is demand there is CRUCIAL ELEMENT replacin' the shortage with a surplus. Its economix.

So the plan go like dis:

1) Go to da bank and trade money for gold.
2) Melt da gold.
3) Make da gold inta gangsta grillz.
4) Sell the grillz.
5) Get money.

Dis is more like a classical approach to savin' money. All C.E. gotta do is blow up and we good.

So da plan go like dis:

1) Blow up.
2) Get money.

Its full proof, son. You don't get more full proof than dat!

Aiight, I'm gone.


Monday, January 26, 2009

it gets madd crucial....

Yo, dis Bubba from Crucial Element.


What's really gud wit' dis Obama shyt, son?! I know you just as x-cited as me and Ghost that the president is black. Well, honestly, you have Crucial Element to thank for dat.

After C.E. put up "ODrama" on da web presidential votes for Obama went up like maaad percentages. The media didn't want to give us our props for hookin' that mu'facca up, so they propogated some sort of economic downward spiral conspiracy to cover up the fact that it was CRUCIAL ELEMENT who got Obama popular and in da White House.

Not only dat da White House teamed up with Wal-Mart 'cause whenever shyt gets bad people run for the nearest fuuccin' Wal-Mart.

F what you heard, son. There ain't no economic crisis. I know 'cause a ya' boy Bubba is still gettin' money! Ghost and I get so much money that we was talkin' about investin' in like Japanese properties 'n shit. I did the economic calculations and decided that it would be proper for us to launch big corporation.

Here iz sum ideas we got:

ORANGE: Basically, ORANGE is like APPLE, but not as fruit loopy, knawmean. Apple be havin' dem sleek girl-lookin' computers and name 'em shyt like Macbook Air or, like, Macbook Gay. We gonna name our computers stuff like, The Notorious C.P.U. or like, The OrangeBookPussy (fo' da hoes).

McDUCK TOWERS: So, I was up late night one night watchin' tv and saw a commercial that was basically sayin' that gold is whats poppin'. So, wat C.E. is gonna do is trade in all our money for gold coins and fill up a tower with dat shyt. Its gonna be like Duck Tales, but on some real shyt!

Yo, we got mad more ideas, but I don't want you jackin' our big money capers.

I'm out.