A master pimp daddy G drug lord, who only deals the purest crack. Also rules over a large prostitute black market. Known to have unexpected, violent tendencies.
Example 1:
Tim: Hey man, do you know where I can get some crack and sex?
Henry: Yeah, just go buy some from Snow Snorter.
Example 2:
James: Watch out! Here comes Snow Snorter, he'll F you up!
Joe: Oh no!!
Snow Snorter: Die bitches! (Blasts them wit his fowty-fo)
Tim: Hey man, do you know where I can get some crack and sex?
Henry: Yeah, just go buy some from Snow Snorter.
Example 2:
James: Watch out! Here comes Snow Snorter, he'll F you up!
Joe: Oh no!!
Snow Snorter: Die bitches! (Blasts them wit his fowty-fo)
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Get the Snow Snorter mug.My shooter is a slang for backup in a sense of having your back watched over by a friend/gang member
1 yo cuz you better not step on ma turf!
2 yee you better not be playing cuz, my shooter got my back
1 yo shooter aint shit dawg
2 yee you better not be playing cuz, my shooter got my back
1 yo shooter aint shit dawg
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I got so wasted last night on Irish car bombs and American school shooters, I barely made it to my midterm.
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Get the Pea shooter mug.The people Sir loin is rapping about. Bring him food, anything, they don't care if its ugly and cold or covered with mold, its 4 da shorteez!
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (Doing it for da Shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (Doing it for da Shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (For da Shorteez)
4 da Shorteez, gather round let me tell you something. 4 da Shorteez, can’t you hear them little stomachs rumble’n. 4 da Shorteez, yo, you go’n to eat that rake of mutt’n? 4 da Shorteez, the shorteez short of some love’n.
Come on, My name is Sirloin, badass bovine. I Got four stomachs balling, what’s coming to mine. Just a little empty belly with a vacancy sign. Kind of like close encounters of the charity kind.
You got can goods, just collecting dust. You got the meat, got the fruit, got vegetables. Only prerequisite that it’s eatable. Get your freak on at my freaky fruit festival. Cold cuts a must, I’ll even take bread crust, cuz the shorteez be begg’n and beggars don’t give a fuck. They’s hungry, let’s face facts they’s starved, fell the pull in your heart, so fill your shopping cart.
For da Shorteez. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees) For da Shorteez y’all. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees). For da Shorteez.
Think at what at stake, look upon you plate. If it’s a slab of stake, time to regurgitate. You got a dozen chins, while little Jim’s to slim. Your finger could fit in that little kid’s exposed ribs. Just think of all the shorteez, can’t you hear them cry? Time to cough up that burger and fry. Hand over left overs. Cans piled up high? Give them to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won’t die.
Stop the famine please. Instead of eating ham and cheese. Throw away your greens. You’ll be pissing on a dream. Give me all your onion rings, it’s alright listen. Slice of pizza, it don’t matter if a bit’s miss’n. Prime rib, pork chop, porter house it don’t stop. Might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it’s a lot. They’ve been hungry since birth, so hand over your dessert. Open up you mouth, stick your finger down it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries. Cuz a little baby scream’n man I need a hoagie. Somebody hold me. Somebody console me. Somebody boil me up a pot of pierogies. Think of what we’re face’n. All those little faces. Come on let’s erase this. 4 da shorteez. (Cheek it out)
Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez you’ll. For the Shorteeeeeeeez.
Got crackers, got chips, got pudd’n cups. You’d be surprised what little shorteez like to munch. Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement. Could be a bag of old dippers, they call that lunch. Mayonnaise been out for a couple of days. Go get corpses, scabs and eggs. Sweet bread, pig heads, horses heads too. What to drop it like a habit? Here’s what you do. (For da shorteeeeeeeez)
612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue!
But, Please no more canned yams, seriously man, we got more canned yams then we know what to do wit. mc pee pants in the, I mean uh, SirLoin’s in the house, and I’m out.
TV Ending:
mc pee in the..., SirLoin in the hizze and don’t you for-gizze.
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (Doing it for da Shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (For da Shorteez)
4 da Shorteez, gather round let me tell you something. 4 da Shorteez, can’t you hear them little stomachs rumble’n. 4 da Shorteez, yo, you go’n to eat that rake of mutt’n? 4 da Shorteez, the shorteez short of some love’n.
Come on, My name is Sirloin, badass bovine. I Got four stomachs balling, what’s coming to mine. Just a little empty belly with a vacancy sign. Kind of like close encounters of the charity kind.
You got can goods, just collecting dust. You got the meat, got the fruit, got vegetables. Only prerequisite that it’s eatable. Get your freak on at my freaky fruit festival. Cold cuts a must, I’ll even take bread crust, cuz the shorteez be begg’n and beggars don’t give a fuck. They’s hungry, let’s face facts they’s starved, fell the pull in your heart, so fill your shopping cart.
For da Shorteez. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees) For da Shorteez y’all. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees). For da Shorteez.
Think at what at stake, look upon you plate. If it’s a slab of stake, time to regurgitate. You got a dozen chins, while little Jim’s to slim. Your finger could fit in that little kid’s exposed ribs. Just think of all the shorteez, can’t you hear them cry? Time to cough up that burger and fry. Hand over left overs. Cans piled up high? Give them to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won’t die.
Stop the famine please. Instead of eating ham and cheese. Throw away your greens. You’ll be pissing on a dream. Give me all your onion rings, it’s alright listen. Slice of pizza, it don’t matter if a bit’s miss’n. Prime rib, pork chop, porter house it don’t stop. Might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it’s a lot. They’ve been hungry since birth, so hand over your dessert. Open up you mouth, stick your finger down it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries. Cuz a little baby scream’n man I need a hoagie. Somebody hold me. Somebody console me. Somebody boil me up a pot of pierogies. Think of what we’re face’n. All those little faces. Come on let’s erase this. 4 da shorteez. (Cheek it out)
Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez you’ll. For the Shorteeeeeeeez.
Got crackers, got chips, got pudd’n cups. You’d be surprised what little shorteez like to munch. Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement. Could be a bag of old dippers, they call that lunch. Mayonnaise been out for a couple of days. Go get corpses, scabs and eggs. Sweet bread, pig heads, horses heads too. What to drop it like a habit? Here’s what you do. (For da shorteeeeeeeez)
612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue!
But, Please no more canned yams, seriously man, we got more canned yams then we know what to do wit. mc pee pants in the, I mean uh, SirLoin’s in the house, and I’m out.
TV Ending:
mc pee in the..., SirLoin in the hizze and don’t you for-gizze.
by Dreamparacite May 10, 2005
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