A sausage is a food usually made from ground meat (normally pork or beef), mixed with salt, herbs, and other spices with a tough skin around it, although vegetarian sausages are available. The word sausage is derived from Old French saussiche, from the Latin word salsus, meaning salted.
Typically, a sausage is formed in a casing traditionally made from intestine, but sometimes synthetic. Some sausages are cooked during processing and the casing may be removed after.
Sausage making is a traditional food preservation technique. Sausages may be preserved by curing, drying, or smoking.
Sausage is a logical outcome of efficient butchery. Traditionally, sausage makers put tissues and organs which are edible and nutritious, but not particularly appealing[citation needed] - such as scraps, organ meats, blood, and fat - in a form that allows for preservation: typically, salted and stuffed into a tubular casing made from the cleaned intestine of the animal, producing the characteristic cylindrical shape. Hence, sausages, puddings, and salami are among the oldest of prepared foods, whether cooked and eaten immediately or dried to varying degrees.
Niatia Jessica Kirkland (born October 4, 1989) professionally known as Lil Mama, is an American rapper and singer-songwriter.
Lil Mama was born in Harlem in 1989. She was raised in Brooklyn, New York where she attended Edward R. Murrow High School. In 2006, Kirkland signed a recording contract with Jive Records. Her mother Tara died on December 15, 2007 following a four-year battle with colon cancer.Her father died before she was born. Kirkland faced personal and financial struggles at an early age. As one of eight brothers and sisters, she started to express herself artistically through poetry and dance.
Her first studio album VYP (Voice of the Young People) was released in late April 2008. The album spawned four singles: "Lip Gloss", "G-Slide (Tour Bus)", "Shawty Get Loose" and "What It Is (Strike a Pose)" The album sold 19,000 copies in the first week, debuting at number 25 on the Billboard 200.
On September 13, 2009, at the MTV Video Music Awards, Lil Mama came onstage during Jay-Z and Alicia Keys's performance of "Empire State of Mind". And while Jay-Z was ending his final verse, Lil Mama came from her seat in the crowd onto the stage and started bobbing her head to the beat. Jay-Z was surprised but continued to perform. Jay-Z patted Lil Mama on the leg to fall back and threw in a quick joke, saying, "You T-Paining right now," a reference to a similar incident at Summer Jam two months earlier when T-Pain jumped onstage with Jay-Z at Summer Jam during his performance of "D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)". At the end of the performance, Lil Mama came to the front and posed alongside Jay-Z and Keys.
Here's to the man, created the gun.
If you could see, what it has done.
Here's to the man, uses the gun.
Kills all kinds of creatures, just for fun.
He's on the hunt, we're on the run.
Is there remorse, when the killing is done?
Great and sunny said the man on the airwaves, great and sunny.
The epitomy of a California spring day.
Johnny and Butch, two young boys,
looking for adventure this hot California spring day.
The game today, cops and robbers.
"Well I'll get my daddy's gun, He keeps it on the shelf next to the
dirty picture books, I've seen it many times, I know, he doesn't know
that I know but I know it all 'cause I'm a good climber I can climb
all around, just watch me go well there I go. See. Bang Bang!
Here's to the man, who holsters the gun.
Possibilities; unaware, self-appointed bystandard of complete innocence.
Midday, aerobic jog, through streets not well lit by lamplight.
Prelude to Fear.
Perhaps; Picnic, setting of complete relaxation.
The sound, persists. The site, exists.
Disarray. Prelude to Fear.
But hey, fumble, growth of conscienceness.
Focusing, slow but steady, weirdness creeps.
Prelude to Fear.
Parallel, retrospective, deep sense of curiousity.
Retribution. React! Evaluate. React!
[Retribution. React! Evaluate. The Act! ?]
Caution. Prelude to Fear.
Physical sensation, the chill. The possiblity of mobility.
Abstract, sensation, waiting for the words.
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity.
He's entered in a race that must be won.
One of the animals has left its cage today.
In search of better things so it seems to be.
But in this land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot.
As the toys go winding down.
C. G. the Mexican is a friend of mine.
We used to sit around the house watching evil dead.
Talking about the way it used to be...
We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay.
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal.
And the stripers start to fade away.
It's pudding time, it's pudding time!
Girls for Single Men!
The sexiest in the bay area. Make a date tonight. Live action.
Girls for Single Men!
Don't be alone. Sing my song. California barney. Live action. Join the
Party!
Girls for Single Men.
Er, excuse me, how much for one of those, uh, prophylactics?
But I don't have a dollar and thirty-five cents!
Girls for Single Men!
I see things, I don't believe in.
And I feel things, I can't percieve.
Reality, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me.
Any conversation would irritate me.
Sanity, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
You'll see things, you don't believe in.
And you'll feel things, you can't percieve.
Shut the doors, and draw the blinds.
2, 3, 4... Aw, what the hell was that? 2, 3,4...
Riddles are abound tonight,
Since the wizard's taken flight.
By the shroud of mystery,
Go to be serenity.
Open hearts are numb to pain
While open minds fill up of strain
If they cut this pie in two,
I'd still give both halves to you.
Huh Aww Yeah!
Take the man that fills the throne,
Contemplate his time alone.
Add a dash of little boys,
And watch the buzzards tear away.
Huh Aww Yeah!
Riddles are abound tonight,
Riddles are abound tonight,
Riddles are abound tonight,
Riddles are abound tonight.
Can, can the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn.
Can, can the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn.
Can, can the butter churn strike a match and watch it burn.
Can, can the butter churn strike a match and watch it burn.
Shattering song shattering along.
Birds scatter and people chatter and the dog (or sun?) barks at the moon.
My mother (or grandma??) went to the doctor today,
he said don't brush your teeth with a spoon.
Why why why why.
Shattering song, shatterring along.
I went to the doctor today he spat something into my brain.
He said don't put the cat in the microwave.
I'll tell you about this boy, the old boy.
Can, can the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn
I'll tell you it's the shattering song, just shatter up a storm if you
like. We could go on, and on, heh heh heh I'll tell 'ya, tell 'ya
Suppose I take a dollar bill and I crumple it in my hand,
Won't it take such empathy to make you understand,
That I am just a little boy?
I look up at the moon and I see it's made of cheese,
??? is called from her knees.
I know I shouldn't try and cross the street without my ma.
I'm stuck to the finer things, you're PROTECTED by the law.
Cause it's a temporary phase.
It's just a temporary phase.
And it's running round and round and round and round about your side,
She's down beneath the waterslide.
Boy you look up at the moon, you see its made of rocks.
Your imagination's 22, it preaches when it talks.
You really shouldn't try to change your mind without your ma,
When it comes down to Biology, she says "Boy, Ask Your Pa".
Cause it's a temporary phase.