Spam blog
A spam blog, also known as an auto blog or the neologism splog, is a blog which the author uses to promote affiliated websites, to increase the search engine rankings of associated sites or to simply sell links/ads.
The purpose of a splog can be to increase the PageRank or backlink portfolio of affiliate websites, to artificially inflate paid ad impressions from visitors (see made for AdSense or MFA-blogs), and/or use the blog as a link outlet to sell links or get new sites indexed. Spam blogs are usually a type of scraper site, where content is often either inauthentic text or merely stolen (see blog scraping) from other websites. These blogs usually contain a high number of links to sites associated with the splog creator which are often disreputable or otherwise useless websites.
There is frequent confusion between the terms "splog" and "spam in blogs". Splogs are blogs where the articles are fake, and are only created for search engine spamming. To spam in blogs, conversely, is to include random comments on the blogs of innocent bystanders, in which spammers take advantage of a site's ability to allow visitors to post comments that may include links. In fact, one of the earliest uses of the term "splog" referred to the latter.
Podcasts:
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by Army Of The Pharaohs
Suplex
by: Army Of The Pharaohs[Verse 1: Des Devious]
It's Des, you know the nigga that'll never spit a whack rhyme
I'm too devoted on the concept of being?
You shook as an old fact, Pharaohs is born to shine
And body a motherfucker, won't do a bit of time
My area's on the mic like none other grind
Older than adolescent boys and past?
A slang editor level box, this beat bang
If? is touching goons stick you for loose change
Yeah that's your last six bucks, bitch boy duck
Run for cover, rounds spinning graze your wife and mother
Syze, Demoz, Vinnie Paz, and Des D
Bringing this animal rap so niggas bless me
[Verse 2: Demoz]
D is for the way I demolish niggas
E is for the way I exit the room without being spotted, nigga (Can't spot me, nigga)
M is for the multiple bullets inside the gun
O is for the obstacle you thought I couldn't overcome
Z is for the way I'm zoned out (Zoned out)
I'm pulling the chrome out, I shoot a nigga's flesh till his bones out
I don't give a fuck about police (I don't give a fuck)
Nigga you know me, I shoot under pressure like Kobe
Then hop in the whip and just take off
If you ain't in my circle then I'm giving everybody like eight off (Everybody)
Chainsaw massacre, I'm ripping his face off
Fuck a bar of soap, I stuff a sock with an eight-ball
[Chorus:]
If you a nigga with an issue and got access to a pistol
Listen closely put your clip in the gun (Put your clip in the gun)
If a nigga hating on you cause you nice and he the opposite
Listen closely take a sip of this rum, shoot his bitch and his son
Now if a cop is following you and you know you riding a dirty
Grab your pistol and get ready for war, nigga we ready for war
So if they catch you and sitting for an army in a cell
Kill yourself, give em a story to tell, give em a story to tell
[Verse 3: King Syze]
Eh yo this ain't no breaking news, just happens we been murking it
Hurting shit permanent, populate some turbulence
We beat you incoherent like people popping them Percocets
New game we birthed it, honestly we earning this
And we get up in the lab and make music for us
We chasing the main phrase you know in God we trust
And the skills never change, staying strong and forever reign
Haters love to talk but believe man they never gain
Mic ministry spitting misery every single day
For that little bit of pay we spit metal your way
We get hectic for a monster is mounting the scrilla
Money is the root of all evil man, it makes me a killer
[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz]
It's on now, I'm coming at you with machetes and hatchets
Everything I do is brutal, incredibly graphic
Of mice and men motherfuckers you tend to the rabbits
Suicidal, I wish the Unabomber sent me a package
I don't know if you faggot but y'all is very puss
I just know I'm running through motherfuckers like Reggie Bush
I don't think I'm lazy, I just need a steady push
Then I'm ready with the Beretti for any petty crook
I'm ready for anybody to come out and assault
I run with brothers that's gully and they?
You a pussy, you running from the sound of the Hawk
I turn a rock into rubble, you get ground into dirt