Whenever I run into Blackman, two things are guaranteed: 1) his bike is fucked up somehow, and 2) he wants me to shoot some photos. Usually it's just MySpace stuff—as was this—but this one was good enough to share. He's been talking about doing it for a while, last night was the night. Oh yeah, his chain was so tight that the cassette sounded like a chainsaw.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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8 comments:
jerk
he stole my sweater that dirty nigger
blackman rules!!!...
all the jambox team
ok son ur in a lot of trouble
that was my potrol car and imm pissed
i def have a video of that negroe getting fucked up and having his bike thrown off a roof while he is crying from about 5 years back. i think i may have to search my video archives
Fuck yeah to that. So now I'll be buying both him and Grease a forty whenever I pass through the city… this could get expensive real quick.
fuck the police
nigga is mad dum as a muddaphukka so fucking stupid hopin on a car is not a trick ya dum fuck i cant wait till this nigga die or endop in jail stupid muddaphukka.....o my brothers and i are looking for this nigga boy o boy her gonno get it punk ass muddaphukka hit my bestfriend in the head with a brick for a bike bum fuck nigger
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