P-Scat passin the mike faster than tikes riding trikes thru kikes-and-other-le-dykes
His razorblade-tongue doing coke with lines better than Dirk doing Like Mike
the lines spoke shooting straight to yer head like the soft kiss of hot lead
He's an upstart hotshot punchin gunshots through your saggital-keels faster than Meals-on-Hot-Wheels
P-Dott's doin Speed Racers shooting vodka shots for absynthe chacers
his needle on the vein-tracers makin us no-facers look fetal
kuz my style's undeveloped and I burnt my tongue on the acetyl
doin acid like the Beatles and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.

Seen on a rival message board:

neufy 1: m r fish
neufy 2: m r not fish
neufy 1: m r fish c d e d b d ii
neufy 2: whale oil beef hooked
neufy 2: m r fish

2 newfenlanders lookin over the side of a boat:)

ahh Diddy so you did mean strunts
now i look like Jere's 'Pen' punchline
or Missy Elliot's dunce
but us Azn boyz 'gotta do our thangy thing'
since we can't drink nor dance, drive nor sing
but when it comes down to the 'cold'
i like it ghetto as in bottle a 'Mo
and you know it don't stop when it starts to flow
shows no sign until our blush we consigns
i'll be fallin' on my face like i was blind
but i've got some dawgs to drag my ass
when the drink is drinking me into its flask
and i gets dizzy like i was on Kish Kash
i'm makin' a dash for the b-line
free keystyles ain't hard to find
inside the mind of the genius
you can't cop or glean this
bliss is ignorance
and it's ignorance i ream and dis
cause like sleep it's the cousin of death
and what you'll smell is the truth that's on my breath

admittedly, extreme banana was HILARIOUS
thanx for the funny story.

and Par, lovely page title...
every time I open it "Like a Garbage..."
I think of "Like a Virgin" and get the Madonna song in my head..

among all the other things that haven't gone my way today, that one's the funniest

I still have to write a speech. damn!

Strunts is the liquor that keeps lickin'.
The drink that's always chillin',
too cool to put down, too hot to handle.
Like the ripped out rhymes that we gots to pull
we all runnin' on hard times
an' there ain't no room ta spinz on dimes.
But in everyone of us is an army,
an' I let 'em kno dat while I be chary.
So ta everybody out there who dun like givin' up
I'm tellin' ya right now ta put yo hands up.
Show 'em what ya got and dun hold none back,
an' I look forward to seein' 'em in da shaaaaaaaaaack.

What's wrong with this picture?


If this doesn't immediately make you laugh/sick, then you must read this rant

Yep still here... yep big project still here...

Yep still here working on a big report...

It's days like these I feel like I have to destroy the entire world... Nah too lazy... Maybe another day...

shit,
fuck
I am so screwed.
not only is it my grad tomorrow
and a final on both Monday and Tuesday
and a paper due on Tuesday as well,
Our club just ordered t-shirts, but we were way under the 20 shirt limit
and... they charge for every extra screen print it takes to get to 20 shirts
fuck
There's a lot of extra money that's owed
and it's way too late to stop the order
but they didn't tell us what kind of charge it would be.
honestly, like $25 extra on each shirt. who wants to pay $40 for a long sleeve T?
fuck