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Da snow glows white on tha mountain tonight
Not a gangbangin' footprint ta be seen.
A mackdaddydom of isolation,
and it be lookin like I be tha Biatch
Da wind is howlin like dis swirlin storm inside
Couldn't keep it in;
Heaven knows I've tried

Don't let dem in,
don't let dem see
Be tha phat hoe you always gotta be
Conceal, don't feel,
don't let dem know
Well now they know

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back no mo'

Let it go, let it go
Turn away n' slam tha door
I couldn't give a fuckin shit
what they goin ta say
Let tha storm rage on.
Da cold never bothered mah crazy ass anyway

It aint nuthin but funky how tha fuck some distance
Makes every last muthafuckin thang seem small
And tha fears dat once controlled mah dirty ass
Can't git ta me at all

It aint nuthin but time ta peep what tha fuck I can do
To test tha limits n' break through
No right, no wrong, no rulez fo' me,
I be free biaatch!

Let it go, let it go
I be one wit tha wind n' sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never peep me cry
Here I stand
And here I be bout ta stay
Let tha storm rage on

I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah juice flurries all up in tha air tha fuck into tha ground
My fuckin ass is spiralin up in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like a icy blast
I be never goin back, tha past is up in tha past

Let it go, let it go
And I be bout ta rise like tha break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That slick hoe is gone
Here I stand
In tha light of day
Let tha storm rage on

Da cold never bothered mah crazy ass anyway hommie!

Read more: Idina Menzel – Let It Go Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Yo, remember when a thread was posted previously on dis not long ago, biatch? Dope times.

Da domestic cat (Felis catus or Felis silvestris catus) be a small, probably furry, domesticated, n' carnivorous mammal. Well shiiiit, it is often called tha housecat when kept as a indoor pet, or simply tha cat when there is no need ta distinguish it from other felids n' felines. Pussies is often valued by humans fo' companionshizzle n' they mobilitizzle ta hunt vermin n' household pests.

Pussies is similar up in anatomy ta tha other felids, wit strong, flexible bodies, quick reflexes, sharp retractable claws, n' teeth adapted ta cappin' lil' small-ass prey. Cat senses fit a crepuscular n' predatory ecological niche. Pussies can hear soundz too faint or too high up in frequency fo' human ears, like fuckin dem made by mice n' other lil' small-ass muthafuckas. They can peep up in near darkness. Like most other mammals, pussies have skankyer color vision n' a funky-ass mo' betta sense of smell than humans

Rainbow Dash] These muthafuckas don't listen, no, not one lil bit They run round outta control n' throw they hissy fits [cat hissing] It aint nuthin but up ta me ta stop them, 'cause plainly you can see It aint nuthin but gots ta be mah destiny, n' itz what tha fuck mah cutie mark is spittin some lyrics ta me [Fluttershy] [blows balloon] I try ta keep dem laughing, put a smile upon they face But no matter what tha fuck I try, it seems a lil' bit of a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disgrace [blows jam horn] [laughter] I gotta entertain them, itz there fo' all ta see It aint nuthin but gots ta be mah destiny, n' itz what tha fuck mah cutie mark is spittin some lyrics ta me [Pinkie Pie] I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit much fo' pickin' fruit n' plowin' fieldz ain't such a hoot No matter what tha fuck I try, I cannot FIX THIS BUSTED WATER CHUTE! Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots all kindsa muthafuckin chores ta do, itz no funk bein me But it has ta be mah destiny, 'cause itz what tha fuck mah cutie mark is spittin some lyrics ta me [Applejack] Lookie here at what tha fuck I made, I be thinkin dat itz a thugged-out dress I know it don't be lookin like much, I be under some distress Could y'all break me off a hand here n' help me fix dis mess? I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah destiny aint pretty yo, but itz what tha fuck mah cutie mark is tellin' me [Rarity] I wanna gangbang wit drizzle patterns yo, but tha others have concerns For I just gave dem frostbite over top of they sunburns I gotta keep on trying, fo' mah playas can see [Raritizzle n' Rainbow Dash] It aint nuthin but gots ta be [Fluttershy] It aint nuthin but gots ta be [Pinkie Pie] I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah destiny [Applejack] I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah destiny [Rarity, Rainbow Dash, n' Fluttershy] And itz what tha fuck mah cutie mark [Pinkie Pie n' Applejack] It aint nuthin but what tha fuck mah cutie mark [Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack] Yes, itz what tha fuck mah cutie mark is spittin some lyrics ta me!

Da modern Olympic Games (French: Jeux olympiques[1]) is tha leadin internationistic sportin event featurin summer n' winter game competitions wherein thousandz of athletes variously compete. Da Olympic Game is considered tha ghettoz foremost game competizzle wit mo' than 200 nations participating.[2] Da Olympic Game is held every last muthafuckin four years, wit tha Summer n' Winter Games alternatin by occurrin every last muthafuckin four muthafuckin years but two muthafuckin years apart. Their creation was inspired by tha ancient Olympic Games, which was held up in Olympia, Greece, from tha 8th century BC ta tha 4th century AD. Baron Pierre de Coubertin dropped tha Internationistic Olympic Committee (IOC) up in 1894. Da IOC is tha governin body of tha Olympic Movement, wit tha Olympic Charter definin its structure n' authority.
Da evolution of tha Olympic Movement durin tha 20th n' 21st centuries has caused nuff muthafuckin chizzlez ta tha Olympic Game fo' realz. Among these adjustments is bustin tha Winter Game fo' ice n' winter game, tha Paralympic Games fo' athletes wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disability, n' tha Youth Olympic Games fo' teenage athletes. Da IOC has adapted ta economic, ballistical, n' technological advancements, shiftin tha Olympics from pure amateurism, as envisioned by Coubertin, ta allow participation of professionizzle athletes. Da growin importizzle of mass media pimped tha issue of corporate sponsorshizzle n' commercializin tha Games. Ghetto wars caused tha 1916, 1940, n' 1944 Games' cancellings. Big-Ass boycotts durin tha Cold War limited participation up in tha 1980 n' 1984 Games.
Da Olympic Movement comprises internationistic game federations (IFs), Nationizzle Olympic Committees (NOCs), n' organizin committees fo' each specific Olympic Game fo' realz. As tha decision-makin body, tha IOC chizzlez each Games' host hood, n' organizes n' fundz tha Game accordin ta tha Olympic Charter n' shit. Da IOC determined tha olympic program, which comprises tha sports ta be contested all up in tha Games. There is nuff muthafuckin Olympic rituals n' symbols; e.g., tha Olympic flag, torch, n' openin n' closin ceremonies. Over 13,000 athletes compete all up in tha Summer n' Winter Olympic Game up in 33 different game n' nearly 400 events, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Da first, second, n' third place finishers up in each event receive Olympic medals: gold, silver, n' bronze, respectively.
Da Game have grown so much dat nearly every last muthafuckin hood is now represented, bustin nuff challenges like fuckin boycotts, doping, bribery, n' actz of terrorism. Every two muthafuckin years tha Olympics n' its media exposure provide unknown athletes wit tha chizzle ta attain nationistic n' sometimes internationistic hype n' tha host hood n' ghetto ta present theyselves ta tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

Also Know Yo crazy-ass Meme.

One Piece (ワン��"ース Wan Pīsu?) be a Japanese manga series freestyled n' illustrated by Eiichiro Oda. Well shiiiit, it has been serialized up in Weekly Shōnen Jump since August 4, 1997; tha individual chaptas is bein published up in tankōbon volumes by Shueisha, wit tha straight-up original gangsta busted out on December 24, 1997, n' tha 72nd volume busted out az of November 2013. One Piece bigs up tha adventurez of Monkey D. Luffy, a lil' pimp whose body gains tha propertizzlez of rubber afta unintentionally smokin a Devil Fruit, n' his fuckin lil' diverse crew of pirates, named tha Straw Hat Pirates. Luffy explores tha ocean up in search of tha ghettoz illest treasure known as One Piece up in order ta become tha next Pirate Mackdaddy.

Da chaptas done been adapted tha fuck into a original gangsta vizzle animation (OVA) produced by Production I.G up in 1998, n' a anime series produced by Toei Animation, which fuckin started broadcastin up in Japan up in 1999. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since then, tha still ongoin series has aired over 600 episodes fo' realz. Additionally, Toei has pimped eleven animated feature films, a OVA, n' five televizzle specials. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Several g-units have pimped various typez of merchandisin like fuckin a tradin card game, n' a pimpin' number of vizzle games.

Da manga series was licensed fo' a Gangsta language release up in Uptown Tha Ghetto by Viz Media, up in tha United Mackdaddydom by Gollancs Manga, n' up in Australia n' New Zealand by Madman Entertainment. Da anime series has been licensed by Funimation Entertainment fo' a Gangsta-language release up in Uptown America, although tha series was originally licensed n' distributed by 4Kidz Entertainment.

One Piece has received wide critical acclaim, primarily fo' its art, characterization, humor n' story. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Several volumez of tha manga have fucked up publishin records, includin highest initial print run of any book up in Japan n' tha straight-up original gangsta book ta push over three mazillion copies up in Oricon history fo' realz. Az of 2013, tha series had over 345 mazillion volumes up in circulation ghettowide, makin it tha best-pimpin manga series since back up in tha day.

I type in Know Your Meme, and I get: "Know Yo crazy-ass Meme: Internizzle Meme Database"

We no strangers ta love
Yo ass know tha rulez n' so do I
A full commitmentz what tha fuck I be thankin of
Yo ass wouldn't git dis from any other muthafucka
I just wanna rap how tha fuck I be feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna hit you wit up,
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run round n' desert you
Never gonna make you cry,
Never gonna say peace out
Never gonna tell a lie n' hurt you

We've known each other fo' so long
Yo crazy-ass heartz been achin but you too shy ta say it
Inside we both know whatz been goin on
We know tha game n' we gonna play it
And if you ask me how tha fuck I be feeling
Don't tell me you too blind ta peep

(Ooh hit you wit up)
(Ooh hit you wit up)
(Ooh) never gonna give, never gonna give
(give you up)
(Ooh) never gonna give, never gonna give
(give you up)

We've known each other fo' so long
Yo crazy-ass heartz been achin but you too shy ta say it
Inside we both know whatz been goin on
We know tha game n' we gonna play it

Larry Potsmoker

Larry Potsmoker be a seriez of seven fantasy novels freestyled by tha British lyricist J. K. Rowling. Da series, named afta tha titular character, chronicle tha adventurez of a wizard, Larry Potsmoker, n' his wild lil' playaz Ronald Weasley n' Hermione Granger, all of whom is hustlas at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft n' Wizardry. Da main story arc concerns Harryz quest ta overcome tha Dark wizzle Lord Voldemort, whoz ass aims ta become immortal, conquer tha wizardin ghetto, subjugate non-magical people, n' destroy all dem playas whoz ass stand up in his way, especially Larry Potsmoker.

Yo, since tha release of tha straight-up original gangsta novel, Larry Potsmoker n' tha Philosopherz Stone, on 30 June 1997, tha books have gained immense popularity, critical props n' commercial success ghettowide.[2] Da series has also had some share of criticism, includin concern fo' tha mo' n' mo' n' mo' dark tone fo' realz. Az of June 2011, tha book series has sold bout 450 mazillion copies, makin it tha best-pimpin book series up in history, n' has been translated tha fuck into 67 languages.[3][4] Da last four books consecutively set recordz as tha fastest-pimpin books since back up in tha day.

A seriez of nuff genres, includin fantasy, comin of age, n' tha British school story (with elementz of mystery, thriller, adventure, n' romance), it has nuff cultural meanings n' references.[5] Accordin ta Rowling, tha main theme is dirtnap.[6] There is also nuff other themes up in tha series, like fuckin prejudice n' corruption.[7]

Da series was originally printed up in Gangsta by two major publishers, Bloomsbury up in tha United Mackdaddydom n' Scholastic Press up in tha United Hoods. Da books have since been published by nuff publishers ghettowide. Da books, wit tha seventh book split tha fuck into two parts, done been made tha fuck into a eight-part film series by Warner Bros. Pictures, tha highest-grossin film series of all time. Da series also originated much tie-in loot, makin tha Larry Potsmoker brand worth up in excess of $15 billion.[8] Thanks ta tha success of tha books n' films, Larry Potsmoker has also been used fo' a theme park, Da Wizardin Ghetto of Larry Potsmoker up in Universal Parks & Resorts' Islandz of Adventure.

What tha fuck did you just fuckin say bout me, you lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a shitload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass is not a god damn thang ta me but just another target. I'ma wipe you tha fuck up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah fuckin lyrics. Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha Internet, biatch? Think again, fucker n' shiznit fo' realz. As we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced right now so you mo' betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game. You’re fuckin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. Not only is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I'ma use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could have known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "clever" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' fuckin tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.

Polybius be a urban legend on some rare arcade game busted out up in 1981. Da game was pimped by a mysterious company called Sinneslöschen (German fo' "Sense Deletion") n' was a puzzle/shoot-'em-up somewhat like Tempest. Dat shiznit was only busted out up in all dem suburbz of Portland, Oregon.

Dat shiznit was supposedly straight-up popular, wit playas formin long lines ta play dat shit. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat playas reported strange thangs bout tha game, like fuckin hearin a biatch bustin up like a biatch n' seein grotesque faces outta tha corner of they eyes. Players would also have nightmares, experienced nausea, headaches, blackouts or even pimp amnesia. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some even committed suicide. Others stopped playin vizzle game altogether n' at least one became a anti-video game activist. Accordin ta one balla of a arcade, pimps bustin black suits would often come ta collect "records" from tha game.

They did not take any scrilla, simply data on gameplay. Because of this, tha leadin theory is dat dat shiznit was some sort of posse experiment rockin subliminal lyrics. Da game remains up in obscuritizzle as round one month afta its release, all of tha cabinets suddenly disappeared. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! One cabinet reappeared up in a arcade 1998 yo, but quickly disappeared again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. While some have tried ta recreate tha game, no one has eva found tha original gangsta ROM.

Da Catcher up in tha Rye be a 1951 novel by J. D. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Salinger. Originally published fo' adults, it has since become ghettofab wit adolescent readaz fo' its themez of teenage angst n' alienation. It has been translated tha fuck into almost all of tha worldz major languages. Around 250,000 copies is sold each year wit total salez of mo' than 65 mazillion books. Da novelz protagonist, Holden Caulfield, has become a icon fo' teenage rebellion.

Da novel was included on Time's 2005 list of tha 100 dopest Gangsta-language novels freestyled since 1923, n' dat shiznit was named by Modern Library n' its readaz as one of tha 100 dopest Gangsta-language novelz of tha 20th century. In 2003 dat shiznit was listed at number 15 on tha BBCz survey Da Big Read. Da novel also deals wit complex thangz of identity, belonging, connection, n' alienation.

Dem! who would know Salinger would be a complete badass.

Doctor Drizzle
Oh God my sides.

"I beat tha crap outta mo' playas than I have to. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some is still up in tha hospitizzle. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. There’s nuff mackdaddys dat gots on mah wack side n' never came back ta class fo' realz. And, hey, I make it a policy not ta pay tha check if I didn’t like tha meal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. But even a muthafucka like me can spot evil when da perved-out muthafucka sees dat shiznit son!"
-Jotaro Kujo ta Noriaki Kakyoin

Four score n' seven muthafuckin years ago our fathers brought forth on dis continent, a new nation, conceived up in Liberty, n' all bout tha proposizzle dat all pimps are pimped equal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack.

Now we is engaged up in a pimped out civil war, testin whether dat nation, or any nation so conceived n' so dedicated, can long endure. We is kicked it wit on a pimped out battle-field of dat war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Our thugged-out asses have come ta dedicate a portion of dat field, as a final restin place fo' dem playas whoz ass here gave they lives dat that hood might live. Well shiiiit, it be altogether fittin n' proper dat we should do all dis bullshit.

But, up in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- dis ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da brave men, livin n' dead, whoz ass struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our skanky juice ta add or detract. Da ghetto will lil note, nor long remember what tha fuck we say here yo, but it can never forget what tha fuck they did here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Well shiiiit, it is fo' our asses tha living, rather, ta be dedicated here ta tha unfinished work which they whoz ass fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is rather fo' our asses ta be here all bout tha pimped out task remainin before our asses -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion ta dat cause fo' which they gave tha last full measure of devotion -- dat our crazy asses here highly resolve that these dead shall not have took a dirt nap up in vain -- dat dis nation, under God, shall have a freshly smoked up birth of freedom -- n' dat posse of tha people, by tha people, for tha people, shall not perish from tha earth.

Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863

From Solaire's PAge on the Dark Souls Wiki

"Oh, wassup there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I'ma stay behind, ta gaze all up in tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da sun be a wondrous body. Like a magnificent daddy playa! If only I could be all kindsa grossly incandescent!"

This website is GOLD, I say. Pure fucking gold

I kicked it wit a travella from a antique land
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck holla'd: "Two vast n' trunkless hairy-ass legz of stone
Stand up in tha desert. Near dem on tha sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip n' sneer of cold command
Tell dat its sculptor well dem passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these gameless thangs,
Da hand dat mocked dem n' tha ass dat fed.
And on tha pedestal these lyrics appear:
`Hoes call me Ozymandias, Mackdaddy of Mackdaddys:
Look on mah works, ye mighty, n' despair!'
Nothang beside remains. Round tha decay
Of dat colossal wreck, boundless n' bare,
Da lone n' level sandz stretch far away".

Da Snowy Owl (Bubo scandiacus) be a big-ass owl of tha typical owl family Strigidae. Dat shiznit was first classified up in 1758 by Carolus Linnaeus.
Until recently, dat shiznit was regarded as tha sole gangmember of a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distinct genus, as Nyctea scandiaca yo, but mtDNA cytochrome b sequence data (Olsen et al. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. 2002) shows dat it is straight-up closely related ta tha horned owls up in tha genus Bubo. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat some authoritizzles rap battle dis classification, still preferrin Nyctea.[2] Da Snowy Owl is tha straight-up legit bird of tha Canadian province of Quebec. Well shiiiit, it be also widely sought afta by birdwatchers n' nature-enthusiasts alike.

Metal Gear Rising: Revengizzle

11/10 Thanks, OP.
You just made me waste a good afternoon.

Hoes call me Pinkie Pie, Hello.
And I be here ta say, How tha fuck ya bustin.
I be gonna make you smile, n' I'ma brighten up yo' dizzle dawwwwg!
It don't matter now, Whatz good.
If yo ass is fucked up or blue yo. Howdy.
Cause cheerin up, mah playa, is just what tha fuck Pinkiez here ta do!

Cause I gotta make you smile, smile, smile biaaatch!
It fills mah ass wit sunshine all tha while, Yes yes y'all, it do.
Cause all I straight-up need is smile, smile, smile,
From these aiiight playaz of mine biaatch!

I gotta peep you grin, Awesome.
I gotta peep you beam, Rock on.
Da cornerz of yo' grill turned up,
Is always Pinkiez dream. Well spot.
But if you kind of worried,
And yo' grill has done cooked up a gangbangin' frown,
I be bout ta work real hard n' do mah best,
To turn dat fucked up frown upside-down!

Cause I gotta make you grin, grin, grin! Yes yes y'all, I do
Bustin up from ear ta ear,
Let it begin!
Just break me off a joyful grin, grin, grin!
And you fill me wit phat cheer son!

It aint nuthin but true, some minutes is dark n' lonely.
And maybe you feel sad,
But Pinkie is ghon be there ta show you dat it aint dat bad.
Therez one thang dat make me happy,
And make mah whole game worthwhile biaatch!
And thatz when I rap ta mah playaz n' git dem ta smile biaatch!

I straight-up be so happy,
Yo crazy-ass smile fills me wit glee biaatch!
I give a smile, I git a smile,
And thatz so special ta mah dirty ass.

Cause I gotta peep you beam, beam, beam! Yes yes y'all, I do.
Tell me, what tha fuck mo' can I say ta make you see, biatch? That I do.
It make me aiiight when you beam, beam, beam.
Yes Yes Y'all yes y'all, it always make mah dizzle hommie!

Come on, everypony, smile, smile, smile.
Fill mah ass up wit sunshine, sunshine.
All I straight-up need be a smile, smile, smile,
From these aiiight playaz of mine biaaatch! 2x

It aint nuthin but a slick gift fo' me,
Is a smile as wide as a mile biaatch!
To make me aiiight as can be biaatch!
Smile, smile, smile, smile, smile biaatch!
Come on n' smile biaatch!
Come on n' smile!!

All dat is gold do not glitter,
Not all dem playas whoz ass wander is lost;
Da oldschool dat is phat do not wither,
Deep roots is not reached by tha frost.
From tha ashes a gangbangin' fire shall be woken,
A light from tha shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade dat was broken,
Da crownless again n' again n' again shall be mackdaddy.

>*Mah Little Pony: Friendshizzle is Magic*

Standin here
I realize
Yo ass is just like me
Tryin ta make history

But who’s ta judge
Da right from wrong
When our guard is down
I be thinkin we’ll both agree

That violins breedz violins
But up in tha end it has ta be dis way

I’ve carved mah own path
Yo ass followed yo' wrath
But maybe we’re both tha same

Da ghetto has turned
And all kindsa muthafuckin have burned
But no muthafucka is ta blame

Yet starin across dis barren wasted land
I feel freshly smoked up game is ghon be born
Beneath tha blood stained sand
Beneath tha blood stained sand