A fork of Rural Dictionary
An even large amount of bills in the form of cash stacked up on top of eachother, usually held together with a rubberband or a paper band straight from the bank. Its not a stack if its folded. Most people go by 100's 100 hundred dollar bills $10,000 100 fifty dollar bills $5,000 100 twenty dollar bills $2,000 100 one dollar bills $100 Or you could go by 50's or 10's 50 hundred dollar bills $5,000 50 fifty dollar bills $2,500 50 twenty dollar bills $1,000 50 one dollar bills $50 10 hundred dollar bills $1,000 10 fifty dollar bills $500 10 twenty dollar bills $200 10 one dollar bills $10 All of these can be excepted as a Stack. It just depends on how wealthy you are.
"Aye, Im rollin in the checks, I got stacks on the deck." -me "We be stackin this paper up" "Last night i hit the strip club with a stack and made it fucking rain."
This Canadian bacon taste like ham! Wait a minute.....{Bites into some ham} HOLY SHIT!!! ABSOLUTELY INDISTINGUISHABLE FLAVOR!!!!
1.When your Nippin so hardcore you could cut glass. 2.Nipples that look so delicious you want to put butter on them and eat them. 3.A funny name for someone
1 omg its cold man im gonna get cornipples 2.Oh man I would give anything to suck on those cornnipples 3.Kid, your a cornnipple
Chamillionaire's Greatest Hits CD, Mixtape Messiah 1-3, Sound of Revenge, Ultimate Victory.
When your constipated and have to take a huge chunky shit.
"Man I havn't shit in 5 days, its time for a chunky dunky"
The Greatest Rapper to Ever Live, of All Time.
Here is an example from only ONE of his songs, its called Astronomical Unexpected disasters Bastards testing the master Blessing the masses with paragraphs that will blast ya to smithereens The guillotine That fell from the mezzanine Just landed but started falling back in 1917 By whatever means, I'm a sever spleens While I perfectly describe a thousand murders that I never seen Your flow is comical mine is astronomical Watch the phenomenal writer blow holes thru your abdominal Then I'll plummet thru the sky like a loud comet Lyrics make the sun bead thoughts that make a cloud vomit Snitches lay next to shotgun shells Once he dead man I promise you he not gon tell For the hell I spiked the kool-aid with scorpion venom If some alien's attacks don't run to me for help I probably sent 'em To take me out you gonna need a few more hundred men One thousand is my ranking on a scale from one to ten I leave ya staff guessing in the lab stressing Paragraph blessing here's a math lesson Action, when I take your soul from you that's subtraction When I split you in two halves then you a fraction Fast or slow its best ya know not to test the flow, its K-Rino I'm colder than a homeless Eskimo I'm a potential mental patient A science fictional manifestation of another mans imagination (ugh) My raps will shatter anatomical compositions to shrapnel Twist you up horizontally, vertically, and diagonal I'm the scary one, paragraph killer copied by everyone Rappers mangled so bad it turned vultures to vegetarians I'm laced with flows so sharp each word places Five slashes like a blade that made faces look like K-Swiss I flame throw, you maintain the same flow In cloud battles I make colored blood stains drip out of the rainbow My life get to the point where it don't matter what you spice with I'm immune to stab wounds he kept jugging me till the knife quit I was foreseen by an Ethiopian queen Not in the past but in the future 3017 I'm a live threat that survived seven hundred twenty five threats You witnessing a prelude the real me hasn't arrived yet (ugh uh) My rough courses are taught by unseen forces In a cold cave with a witch, two leprechauns, and a sorceress I transcend, concentrate ya levels no man been standing With a cello on my chin playing mentally with my hands in When he slept all you heard was mad screams Cuz he was dreaming that he kept waking up from bad dreams And each dream contained a hundred more dreams with different scenes Prolonging paralysis with multiplied recurring themes And I do it smooth My epilogues making the music move Twist your brain up with my hand and mash it back up like a Rubix Cube Historical my eloquence is categorical Travel thru portals the immortal metaphorical oracle
What comes into your head when you think of fuckin a 350lb fat bitch.
"Man that bitch is fat." "Hey more cushion for the pushin!"