Real name is Michael Shawn Hickenbottom, is more commonly known by his in-ring name: Shawn Michaels, and is always called Shawn. One of the most talented today in the business of sports-entertainment. Very charasmatic, can still get a reaction from the crowd, and can still work a great match. Was involved in the 1997 Survivor Series screwjob of Bret Hart. At first he denied any knowledge of the "Montreal Screwjob" but, he later admitted that he and Triple H (Paul Levesque) knew all about it, and were in on it as well. That was over 10 years ago people. I think it's time to let it go. Devoted husband and father, a recovered drug addict, and a born again Christian. Did a non-nude spread for Playgirl magazine, and didn't find out until after it was published that Playgirl is a homosexual orientated magazine. This was/is found humerous to his fellow wrestlers.
Shawn Michaels is my hero.
by cakesniffingbum March 11, 2008
by Nibbalord May 08, 2020
Fuck Michael. He is a drug dealer who did me dirty one time and now he owes me 14 grand in cash and I don’t think he’s gonna pay it forward. He is a little cocksucker out of gay town. He’s a Bitch scumbag hoe and never trust him.
by Hoehowhoeimgthebest May 14, 2020
The bassist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, also known as Flea. Is most famous for his Popping-and-Slapping bass technique, which can be heard very clearly in the intro to the song "Higher Ground," which the Chili Peppers covered. Stevie Wonder did the original version.
by The Best Pseudonym There Is January 26, 2009
Without a doubt the most kick ass horror movie figure. The scariest and most imtimidating, the most awesome horror character to ever be created. He wears a emotionless white mask and wears a boiler suit. He can be seen in the Halloween movies, 8 of them in total with a 9th of the way. Cursed with thorn, meaning he becomes invincable and is forced to kill his whole family. Wouldn't want to be cursed with that!
by Kiel Hodgson March 16, 2005
My hero. Michael Franti is the creater of Michael Franti and Spearhead, a group that blends reggae, rap, rock, folk, funk, and jazz into a spastic beauty. The music is highly politically charged. After hearing one song you want to go blow up an institution. Here is a section of the lyrics to Oh My God, a great song:
(chorus)
Oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ suicide
singin’ oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ genocide
Slam bam I come unseen
but like gasoline you tell I’m in the tank
like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I’m toxic, can send you reeling
without an inklin’, keep ya thinkin’
‘cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin’ nothin’s wrong
still believing the systems workin’
while half of my people are still out of workin’
anonymous notesleft in the pockets and coats
of judges and juries from ‘Frisco and Jersey
threats and protests politicians mob debts
trumped up charges and phony arrests
stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
‘cause he got donations from the prison guard’s union
(chorus)
Listen to my stethoscope on a rope
internal lullabies, human cries
thumps and silence, the language and violence
algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic
you can make a life longer, but you can’t save it
you can make a clone and then you try to enslave it?
stealin’ DNA samples from the unborn
and then you comin’ after us
‘cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
scientists who’s God is progress
a four-headed sheep is their latest project
the CIA runin’ like that Jones from Indiana
but they still won’t talk about that Jones in Guyana
this ain’t no cartoon, no one slips on bananas
do you really think that that car killed Diana
hell I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK
I slept with Marilyn she sung me “Happy Birthday”
singin’
(chorus)
Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
the whole media started to holler
but I don’t give a fuck who they screwin’ in private
I wanna know who they screwin’ in public
robbin’, cheatin’, stealin’
white collar criminal
McDonald eatin, you deserve a beatin’
send you home a weepin’, with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend
for just about anything they can bust us
false advertising sayin’ “Halls of Justice”
you tellin’ the youth don’t be so violent
then you drop bombs on every single continent
mandatory minimum sentencin’
‘cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine
do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution
singin’
(chorus)
He also starred in a documentary titled I Know I'm Not Alone, something that everyone should view.
(chorus)
Oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ suicide
singin’ oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ genocide
Slam bam I come unseen
but like gasoline you tell I’m in the tank
like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I’m toxic, can send you reeling
without an inklin’, keep ya thinkin’
‘cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin’ nothin’s wrong
still believing the systems workin’
while half of my people are still out of workin’
anonymous notesleft in the pockets and coats
of judges and juries from ‘Frisco and Jersey
threats and protests politicians mob debts
trumped up charges and phony arrests
stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
‘cause he got donations from the prison guard’s union
(chorus)
Listen to my stethoscope on a rope
internal lullabies, human cries
thumps and silence, the language and violence
algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic
you can make a life longer, but you can’t save it
you can make a clone and then you try to enslave it?
stealin’ DNA samples from the unborn
and then you comin’ after us
‘cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
scientists who’s God is progress
a four-headed sheep is their latest project
the CIA runin’ like that Jones from Indiana
but they still won’t talk about that Jones in Guyana
this ain’t no cartoon, no one slips on bananas
do you really think that that car killed Diana
hell I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK
I slept with Marilyn she sung me “Happy Birthday”
singin’
(chorus)
Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
the whole media started to holler
but I don’t give a fuck who they screwin’ in private
I wanna know who they screwin’ in public
robbin’, cheatin’, stealin’
white collar criminal
McDonald eatin, you deserve a beatin’
send you home a weepin’, with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend
for just about anything they can bust us
false advertising sayin’ “Halls of Justice”
you tellin’ the youth don’t be so violent
then you drop bombs on every single continent
mandatory minimum sentencin’
‘cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine
do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution
singin’
(chorus)
He also starred in a documentary titled I Know I'm Not Alone, something that everyone should view.
"Yo fuckhead pass me my nine so i can shoot someone"
"Nah, listen to this Michael Franti album instead"
"PEACE!"
"Nah, listen to this Michael Franti album instead"
"PEACE!"
by floralleath February 23, 2008