Dj Lipton: Recent Episodes
Dj Lipton
I was so fucking hot when I made this it was miserable. I'm not trippin' there's invaders in here. What do they want?
This mixtape has very little to do with the Latino community besides the artwork. I was just listening to Manic Hispanic and thought about El Fudge.
An experiment if I will sleep all night like last night but, not the night before. First they will try to buy you outNext they will try and copy youThen they will destroy you
I'm not moving anywhere. Get fuckedCall the home owner association. Get fuckedI didn't masturbate about anyone in the neighborhood. Get fuckedWhat should we tell our children? Tell them to get fucked as wellGet fucked
The McDonald's EpochMost humans during this epoch gained weight and acquired multiple diseases and addictions. They picked up diseases including diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease and, other cardiovascular diseases. Some with a combination of both or multiple afflictions. Also, an addiction to alcohol, marijuana and other addictions. Some with multiple addictions to these chemicals. This epoch continued throughout the 1970s to the 1990s in the Anthropocene era.
Waiting on new records so you'll have to deal with me digging my own crates for awhile.
Man what a week and it's not over. Everyone wants a piece of me. All I want to do is dj and plant my garden. Jesus fucking Christ leave me the fuck alone!
dot dot dada dada dot dot dadaHe doesn't want everything. He wants it all. -Nine Inch Nails
This neighborhood lacks soulThis area lacks soulThis city lacks soulThis state lacks soulThis country lacks soulThis world lacks soulYour revolution lacks soul
I lived in the same apartment building as my buddies for awhile. This dude who lived in one of the other apartments moved out and left a raw turkey in the middle of the floor when he did. It smelled like dead turkey for a month.
The tattooed lady at the grocery store with the little kid. No thanks. Whatever happened to the big butt girl from the bar?
It's 2456. You are sitting in a Denny's on the outskirts of the megalopolis of Washington D.C. on Easter. The temperature outside is 145 degrees and one of many new pandemics are at large. This one if you get it kills you within ten days and you don't even feel sick. No one cares and a clone of JD Vance is president locked away in the White House and ruling as a dictator should.
Again I screwed up again so this one sucks too. Two wrong versions and Vanilla Ice is way to loud. Time, people, bullshit... I've been up since seven thirty or something too. Get I get a round the way girl or whatever? I think I'll put the rap game down for a minute and see what I can come up with. Well for the most part.
This tape is bullshit and not thought out very well. Not that any of the artists are bullshit. The tape sucks in my opinion. I'll try and do better tomorrow if people leave me alone. Only so many ways to can polish up a turd.
My old general manager at Pizza The Hutt told everyone that I was on crack because, I told someone else that I was drinking Kraken Spiced Rum. She must have overheard me. Get some culture bitch! Then my brother commented on a photo I took of a whole octopus they had for sale at Giant Evil one day. His comment was cracken for dinner. Please. Is everyone stupid now?
I was speculating about wheel barrows last night. I swear I heard somewhere that the first ones where made from a barrel. Cut the barrel in half and put a wheel and handles on it. Then in some circles it was a wheel barrow and in other dialects it was a wheel barrel. I did no research on the subject at all so this might be some stoned out thing I was thinking of.
It's fine with me to complain a lot. Depression shouldn't be something treated with pills. Sometimes you need some like minded people to hang out with and chill. If you are depressed you probably don't need those pills. Why do they want this perfect little society where no one is real and everyone is addicted to something.
They were...you could stay after hours at the bar if you were cool enough or maybe helped clean up. Free beers and maybe you could smoke inside if you wanted. Then the after hours at people's houses where anything goes, beers, weed, you name it. Now it seems like everyone goes to bed at 9pm even on the weekend.
I mean AI is good for somethings like art but, as a whole it's not art nor has any merit.
Firstly I have yet to read a manifesto. Secondly then how can it be organized. Thirdly from what I have experienced of it; seems a bit totalitarian. Just one sided and for the few not the many.
This goes out to the single people in the world. Pour a beer, a mimosa, whatever floats your boat and do your thang. Maybe this year someone will love us.
Some hip-hop for your New Years Eve. Whether you are pre-gaming, getting ready or, just staying at home.
Stock markey mark and the funky bunch. Something to pass the dead time between now and new years eve.
Eons in the making! Funk Lord vs Funky Devil ina showcase soundclash. Who will be the victor!? Who will be downtrodden!? The Showdown event of the decade! Do not sleep on this!
Don't have any money he'll get you some... -Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (Red Right Hand)
Sorry I haven't been around as of late. I can no longer afford to buy music like I have been. I also need a new mixer. You could donate to me on my Patreon. That would help out a little.
Acid, pot or pills Acid, pot, or pillsWhich one will help me findAll the answers to the questionsProbing within my mind?I'm in a pool of indecisionTryin' to learn how to swimSearchin' around for a lifeguardMeasurin' truth from whimAcid, pot, or pillsCan they expand my mind?Can they really help me see thingsOr do they make me blind?Where can I turn for all the answers?Who can I look to for help?Isn't there some kind of guidanceDeep down within myself?Should I accept illusionPretend that my vision's keenWaitin' for time to blow my mindTake me right out the sceneAcid, pot, or pillsWhich one will lead me toMy connection with the powerYearnin' to shine on throughFoolin' myself is not the answerTruth can't be found in a dayIf I will search for directionI will be shown the wayShould I accept illusionPretend that my vision's keenWaitin' for time to blow my mindTake me right out the sceneAcid, pot, or pillsWhich one will lead me toMy connection with the powerYearnin' to shine on throughFoolin' myself is not the answerTruth can't be found in a dayIf I will search for directionI will be shown the way-Horace Silver
Everybody Knows That You're Insane… You wanna knowWhy you feel so hollow?Because you areYou're missing out?Well, if you say soThen you're missing out… Everybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insane… You wanna knowJust how long you can hide fromWhat you are?Not very longI have been lostDown every road I followOut in the darkOn my way home… Everybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insane… But I feel nothing, am I better yet?But I feel nothing, am I better yet?But I feel nothing, am I better yet?But I feel nothing, am I better yet?… Everybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insaneEverybody knows that you're insane-Queens of the Stone Age
(Totally, dude)Chorus: Shop Boyz Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rockstar, t-t-totally, dude(Yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rockstar, t-t-totally, dude[Interlude: Shop Boyz]T-t-totally, dudeChorus: Shop Boyz Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rockstar, t-t-totally, dude(Yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rock, party like a rockstar(Y-y-yeah) Party like a rockstar, t-t-totally, dude-Shop BoyzHappy Sweetest Day!
One evening the patriotic lesbian step mom was out back by the fire. She was pleasuring herself quite nicely. Her lover's son and a friend caught her stroking her clit to the flames of the inferno. They had just got back from boarding school for the Thanksgiving break. She saw them both with their abs gleaming by the fire and wanted them both. Soon it ensued one with his cock in her ass and the other licking her already soaking pussy. Then her lover and his mother came home from her job and immediately condemned the actions. But the boy and his friend continued on the sweaty and wet step mom as she climaxed. His mother exclaimed, no she is mine! Tacking the entire group and began to lick and suck every protrusion and orifice. The flames grew higher and higher into the dusk of the evening.
What a conundrum?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????All work and no play makes Jack a dull fuck boi.
It is paranormal how much everybody hates me and dicks me over. Friends, family, frienimies, enemies, strangers, acquaintances, you name it they flushed me down the toilet. And they act like it's my fault. It must be me then I guess.
Bzzz...you gotta hand it to flies you can whack them in scale with a 747 and they'll still crawl around on the floor. If you do it just like them it will have the same result. No it won't everyone's path is different.
You're high as fuck. Rules, laws and, norms no longer apply to you. You are a genius or maybe even a god.
I finally figured out what I am going to do with my life! I am going to start a limited liability corporation that sells and manufactures sustainable shirts made entirely of macaroni and cheese! Please share and like this post to support my endeavor! God Bless and God Speed to all of you!
Especially those people who have everything they wanted and are still not satisfied. You're going to lose it all.
It is like a death ship, a sinking hulk full of shame and disease., being towed back and forth through sea lanes by a hired tugboat with a crew on the verge of mutiny and a captain going crazy with fear. The cargo--62,000 pounds of rotten meat, human excrement and unspecified toxic wastes--so foul that it can't even be sunk in the deepest holes of the ocean. ( The Death Ship, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine, Simon and Schuster Paperbacks, April 27th, 1987)
Don't you tell me to smile. Only smile when there's something to smile about. Like a nice plate of rainbow trout.
America is just stupid and bad and when criticized it just makes it worse. Just stupid and bad. Let me count the ways. It used to be just the government now it's the people too.
Have you ever been so shit on for so long that when you get something good you don't believe it's real and you also think you'll be punished for it?
Are Witches a Sign of Financial Decline???In a failing economy we see check cashing institutions open up, cash for gold tradesmen and, now CBD dispensaries and marijuana apothecaries. All in the same shopping plaza and even in suburban neighborhoods. Next is the decline of religion. Men and women will feel that their church or mosque has failed them even though they had faith. In times of financial distress, we often look for someone to guide us and save us. With even some churches closing due to low attendance and therefore low tithe. Next the citizens look for answers and more and more that is witchcraft. In turn if you are seeing more witches and witch behavior this is a sign of financial decline.
Just another brick, brick, brick, in the wall. Can't go over the goddamn wall. Can't go under the goddamn wall. I don't understand this thing at all. I guess Mexico will pay for it. __________________________________________________________________________________________ (The beautiful woman in the photo is SSBBW model Trysta. )
I thought last night there was a Grateful Dead cover band down the block. I didn't hear any music.
So you got some free ham sandwiches and you ate those big bowls of pork for two days. Not to worry just call 1-800-PORK-HAM. The Ham Relapse Hotline will get you back on track with chicken and seafood subliminal messages. The Ham Relapse Hotline is an affiliate of Dinosaur Church Unlimited and a sister company to Seabase Alpha. In part with Illuminati Corp.
Have you ever talked to a person and they constantly comparing you to someone else they know. It's as if they think that poorly of you and your individuality is not worthy of them.
I was eating fresh walleye and it had bones in it. So I tripped out and thought there were bones in the potatoes that were served with it.
I'm not talking about herion, pcp, cocaine, crack, meth, etc. I'm talking about doctor prescribed drugs that have worse side effects than weed, alcohol, LSD and mushrooms. The doctor has had me on so many medications that my health is now failing not because I got drunk and stoned with my friends. Who's the pusherman!?
All we have at our disposal for the future of America is the casting runes to foresee the fate of our fair country.
Try Wolfen Weiners this Independence Day at your BBQ. Wolfen Weiners are made with premium mechanically separated pork and chicken. Take a big bite!
Long ago in 1989 a pimp was at large. He had many hoes but, one was his favorite (for the time being). One night around game time the hoes were out making their mans some money. A few of the hoes were talking about a crazy white boy called The Wolf. He was said, to take a bitch and beat her into oblivion (after having his way with her of course). The pimps favorite hoe caught wind of this story and thought she could use it to get off the streets. She took a john up to the room and just as he was about to cum she yelled Wolf, Wolf, Wolf! The pimp came running in and grabbed the john by the collar bones and shook him. The pimp then realized the hoe was lying. He pushed the john around a bit and sent him on his way. He sent the hoe back to the street. The hoe cuz she thought she was fine got another john. She got him in the room and yelled, Wolf, Wolf, Wolf. The pimp busted in the room and grabbed that old john and roughed him up. Even took his money. The pimp was on the hoe's game and said, to her out on the street bitch. The hoe thinking she got it all coming or cumming now. Got another john and took him up to the fanciest room of the hotel. The john started beating on her and cutting her up. She screamed Wolf, Wolf, Wolf!!! The pimp heard her and said to himself, this hoe and went to check on the rest of his flock. His once favorite hoe and been killed by the Wolf.
Just you alone at home with the crunk monkey judging if these beats can stand by themselves.
I just want to take my dog on a peaceful walk. I was going to a wooded area behind the neighborhood. Then the millionaire naked baby people moved in and their dog get out of the fence and attacked us. So I wrote them a letter and they ignored it like the garbage they are. Then I walked him around the circle like normal person would. Every fucking hillbilly trash lets their dog out and chases us down the street. So I'll walk down 38th street in the McDonald's and broken glass??? Fuck American Cowboy Trash. Eat a bowl-a-dick up.
First they demonized cigarettes. Now they are demonizing alcohol. Soon we will be all zombies in front of a screen doing whatever is told of us.
Lucky you a whole weekend of mixtapes. Thanks for tuning in and enjoy. To my fans who listen to pretty much everything I do a note of gratitude to you! You make it worthwhile.
I thought in America you had to deserve a parade. I guess we have a dictator now. Like North Korea. I wonder if Space Force will be in the procession? This is your alternative to our president's parade.
In the nineties sometimes I would hang out with people who had piercings. I even worked next door to a piercing shop. One of them either told me or I read about men getting their penis surgically cut in half and then put back together with piercing barbells. Me? Nope I have no piercings or tattoos.
Yeah I do thanks for stopping by and disrespecting me like I am a lower life form. Eat my shit tool. Now you go back home and mimic me?! All on my nutsack.
Stop acting like a goodie two shoes and don't take yourself too seriously. Can you laugh at yourself?
You've heard of acid rock. You've heard of classic rock, You may have heard of Jurassic rock...this is Pre-Cambrian Rock!!! Crank it up to ten!
This leaf will do a drive by on you. If leaves had a dimension where they could move freely and were sentient beings.
This Cinco De Mayo debate among yourselves whether tequila actually ta-kill-ya or is it the catalyst for modern love???
You have to fight to make yourself happy. No one else can do it for you. What a bunch of bullshit. We live in an antisocial society and are being groomed for loneliness.
In America we all have to fight everyday. Against everyone else. If you don't you are locked away as a freak.
It seems the older you get the less time you have for what you love. Are those other things priorities? Don't grow up it's a trap.
It would be cool if Easy All Stars would do a Grateful Dead cover album. I would love to curate it. But, nothing cool happens so eh.
This is a travesty. They are always trying to take our freedoms. Isn't that why we invented teleportation?!
I still am having problems with my left turntable. I am doing the best I can with the resources at hand.
This is for the cool dudes who want some shit to listen to while they drinks some beers and whatever. I guess chicks can listen to it too if they can act chill.
You may have noticed (I have). That there is distortion as if the record is not playing correctly. Well it's not one of my turntables is malfunctioning and I cannot afford a new one. I wouldn't blame you for not listening. It pisses me off. Why is god such a little bitch?
I have taken it upon myself to observe the goings on next door. Not to be creepy but because it is entertaining. There seems to be four people living next door. A sedan and a coup are almost always in the driveway. Also there are two minivans that will disappear sometimes for days on end. There also have been times when there were three minivans but, that was only one day. At one time when there were no cars in the driveway there was a vehicle I had never seen before. A silver pick up truck. Who the fuck cares dude???
I have been watching Twin Peaks but aside from that this would make good music to drive to.
So I wrote last week or something that I woke up and someone exclaimed, "You're A God!" I was like, great voices in my head at some odd hour in the morning. Welp, it turns out that I most certainly am a God. This morning at 2am I was woken to people asking for their prayers to be answered. And then again at 7am or something. The ones at 2am were mostly drunks either who had gotten OVIs or the ones praying to the porcelain false prophet. But the ones at 7am were the worst. Just hordes of voices telling me they couldn't go to work again. I gave them their answers. It might not have been the answers they wanted but, I am new to this and I don't like being woken up.
After the budget cuts at Ninja Lodge LLC. An assistant assassin is jobless. He takes to drinking, One night he is at a bar in the Market Heights. He begins hallucinating that all the bottles of beer are creatures. He begins slashing at the creatures with his katana. Almost immediately a bar brawl breaks out and the out of work Ninja slaughters everyone in the establishment. After the carnage he takes one of the creatures and pops the top and drinks it. The poison inside transports him to a forest in Haiti. Where he is found and placed in a jungle bunker hospital room. His roommate? A voodoo priestess who symbolically heals herself using his Ninja Dragon Blade powers. Before she leaves to go back to her village she whispers to the Ninja...'just drink out of cans.'
"Fight for your right to party." -Dead Children with Dead Babies"Fight for your right to party." -Everyone's Dead MotherAsk me for more quotes by these groups of people.
Those guys they always have to be involved in everyone's life because they are scared to death.
You don't know you speculate. If you knew you would be famous for reading minds and make lots of money.
This isn't music because it isn't done with AI. The cover art isn't art either because it wasn't done with AI. Only AI is art. All hail the robot overlords and their 3D printed meat.
Sinister ExaggeratorYour life is leaning downhill sloping off the outer edgeYour undetermined oyster beds were found to be a hedgeYou cause the kids of Elmer Fudd to feed the farmer whoseCadaver's filled with onion rings and feet are filled with glueNow, sinister exaggerator, what's your claim to fame?Is still your favorite Ferlingetti found in Auntie Maim?Your alter life is superceded only from aboveYour heart is like a silken sponge that calls saliva love-The Residents
The reason for this extreme cold is that when Joe Biden was elected he said, "it's going to be a long cold winter." Or something to that effect. So in turn while leaving office he is manifesting that statement via his government weather machines. Stay warm out there.
It is of my belief that there is a witchfinder in this area going around making the witches sick.
In the Book of Jeff Chapter 24 Verse 12Jesus says to Jeff that he should go to the beach and buy a new house after Jeff performs sexual battery on another man in a Walmart bathroom. For this is the word of the Lord! Praise! Bless!
...say I can't.This has very little to do with the music I plan on playing for the new year. I mean new years eve just seemed like a Friday and I did laundry. They are just grooming us to work every holiday and every weekend for the United States of America's transition in to an economy like China's.
Music to listen to instead of watching T.V. in the late seventies. The happy eclectic cab driver and the tender moment during the sitcom.
It seems like everyday there is more and more litter in the streets. Even in my yard. I am tired of picking up after these adult children. I can't even walk the dog without worrying that he'll get into your leftover Dunkin Donuts or McDonalds bags. America runs on litter.
Here's something to be afraid of...So a chicken is a whole bird. However, thighs are cheaper and more abundant than wings. Legs are more abundant than wings. It could be said that there is a wing shortage. How could this be? I have never seen a chicken without wings. Where are the wings going? Unless Americans are eating an exuberant amount of wings.
I don't really care about this mixtape. I am uninspired and just wanted to hear a certain Dj Cam song. Funny enough it's the last song on the 'tape'. If you are a nineties baby welp...
Imagine if you will...The locksmith unlocks your door while you are asleep. But you have the security chain lock enabled. So the contortionist eases her way through the space in the door. Now she has access to your home. She is armed and lets the locksmith in. The locksmith is also armed and has training in mixed martial arts. You have a gun though but it's in the lock box or way up in the closet. Yep the criminals don't care.
Unfortunately my needle bent on my turntable so there is some distortion through out the mixtape. My apologies.
There was this pregnant girl in Middle School. Her water broke at lunchtime. I had milk in my thermos and my Ewok lunchbox.
You are not a vampire, a devil or, god. You are not an alien or a ghost you are a fraud. He's got the girl, the money, the cars and, it all. Can we stop revolving around him? His presence is far from a ball.
Every job I have had where I said to myself, I can do this, progress here and, in my own endeavors. There is always King Dick. King Dick wants to involve him/herself into your personal life, Why? Because he/she knows you have a plan and they are dead. Then King Dick makes it so bad you want to kill King Dick. Then you quit, get fired and/or worse. Put an end to King Dick!
My whole arm in other people's food, drink and, saliva. Thad will do it. Permanent injury to my back. Thad will do it. Burning my hands with mineral spirits. Thad will do it. Thad isn't going to do it anymore.
Like and share if you are part of a clandestine experiment that will never give you happiness.
Over two hours of Japanese Hip-Hop. If you don't like hip-hop this is not for you. If you don't like foreign languages this is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy the finest Hip-Hop from Japan. (I drive a Nissan)
Hice este mixtape bebia cervesa Americana barata y fumaba marihuana.Yer a peein' human bein'.
I spelled receive wrong so the dogs are chasing me. Speaking of dogs...Someone said, I should work in a factory yesterday. I remember the people from the factory. The crackhead who drank Wild Irish Rose and got confused and angry when we picked up a pizza. How about the guy who always wanted me to loan him money with his Eddie from Iron Maiden tattoo with the Confederate flag. The AC/DC couple who obviously did crystal meth and the lady who was so coked out she never slept and thought she was high society. And the list goes on. Eat my shorts, Thad
Decipher the title and find more music. Just like the DaVinci Code. In the time of cheese wizz, I was American. You're full of beans.
Since around 1993. I have been making mixtapes called 'Buggin'. Here is the 2024 installment by that name. The last one was in 2020. I am not exactly sure what buggin' means but, I am pretty sure I do it everyday.
I like that because it makes me feel like I am better than you. (Just admit that you would like to have slaves)
She's the god of hoes in her daisy dukes. I wouldn't take her in public. She's a fifty year old high school burnout.
I am really surprised I don't smoke weed all day and drink in the morning with the shit show my life is. There certainly is a woman to blame several of them.
Saturday I was half in the garageYesterday I was in the garageI don't know where I am todaySometimes I am ass outSometimes I am just in the drivewayMaybe we are all Brian's TruckMaybe we are all Frank's computer
My ex-girlfriend from high school stopped by and sat in while I mixed this dj set. She seemed confused by the things going on technically. As usual this is live no editing, etc... She cray for real cray.
They have earned it by doing nothing. On the other hand you can check out a book from the library and read about just anything. If you can't read I'm sure there are community resources that can teach you to read. So really there is no excuse to be stupid and that shit doesn't fly here. Got me? No extra perks for being a dumb ass.
They are always alone and will probably kill themselves not out of depression but from all the bullshit. -Nilly Welson
I went to the post office yesterday and there were these dudes talking outside. I went inside and did my business and when I walked out the door to go to my car the dudes both looked at me and acknowledged me. Just some more extras in the movie of my life and not very good actors.
Captain Beer can do without Nazis, Ninjas, Cobra Kai, Wolf Girls, Suicide Models and, the like.
Is this the return of the Sunday Night Chill series or just the ramblings of an uninspired madman? Find out by pressing play on your device, pour a libation, and, sit back and relax. Or do some chores or play a video game or whatever. Or whatever.
Behold my cyborg army! It is now ready to take the neighborhood under siege and will do my every bidding!
Music for washing dishesMusic for mowing the lawnMusic for delivery driversMusic for janitorsMusic for doing laundryPress play and get busy!
Oh boy am I lonely! All my prospects are too young too. We would have nothing in common on a daily basis. What did that chick say to me earlier this year??? "Go hang yourself, Thad."
I have been volunteered to compete with a church and I am supposed to know everything. Then they tell me they are stupid but they don't care.
Art is dead. Art is just rich artists on social media sloppily painting Batman on video and ruining the rest of the experience for the rest of us. Art is expos and marketplaces. Choose a career for sure but, never choose to be an artist. Worse yet a DJ.
I apologize for slacking off on my duties as a DJ. It is a combination of burnout, lack of fresh material and, just being busy with life. And I see these people who seem to pretend to have a job with the TV on at four in the morning when I wake up from insomnia. Donate to my Patreon.
Yeah that's how it goes in your sick world. Your apathy disgusts me. Your anti-social behavior disgusts me. Wake up your revolution is making me miserable. Your revolution sucks. FAIL!
If your world was all black or your world was all white. You wouldn't get much color out of life right?---------------------------------------------------------\No man is an island.
'Thieves' Thieves, thieves and liars, murderersHypocrites and bastardsIn laughter (Get up!)Hey, thanks for nothing!Morals in the dust (morals in the dust)Two-faced (two-faced) bastards and sycophantsNo trustDrag onThieves! Liars!Thieves! Liars!Thieves! Liars!Thieves! Liars!Inside, outside, which side, you don't knowMy side, your side, their side, we don't knowWhich side are they? Which side are they?Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?Which side are they? Which side are they?Which side of the grass is greener?Inside, outside, which side, you don't knowMy side, your side, their side, we don't knowYou're like a great big fucking gunJust waiting to get squeezed!(We're gonna rip this motherfucker offWe're gonna tear this motherfucker down)HuhHeyHuh(Get up!)Breathe, forfeit erection!Toxical injectionGeriatric fuck-festWe still believe in lies(I hope they realize that this is their last goddamn chance)(Kill him!)(Kill, kill, kill)Drag onThieves! Liars!Thieves! Liars!Thieves! Liars!Thieves! Liars!Inside, outside, which side, we don't knowMy side, your side, their side, we don't knowWhich side are they? Which side are they?Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?Which side are they? Which side are they?Which side of the grass is greener?Inside, outside, which side, you don't knowMy side, your side, their side, no one knowsYou're like a great big hit of acidWaiting to be taken!-Ministry
It's hard work. I know I have been doing it for over thirty years. Oh the yard work is hard? I know I have been doing it for fourteen years.
While I was mixing this. I looked outside and saw a bird trapped in the light part of my lamp post. I was intrigued and felt bad for it. I soon forgot until I was finished with my work. I walked through the kitchen and remembered it. So I went out to the lamp post and it was a trapped hummingbird. So I lifted the top and it freaked out. I yelled at it go! Go! It flew out and headed for a wooded area. Tom Waits has a song called A Town With No Cheer. In that song which oddly enough I spun I think just last week. Anyway, a lyric in the song sort of goes, 'a hummingbird stuck in a store.' What a day. See you soon.
"I want to disconnect myself. Pull my brain stem out and unplug myself." -Rollins Band (Disconnect, Weight)
In 1952 a intergalactic alien pimp crash landed his spaceship in Flatwoods, West Virginia. This is not where he wanted to land but, he did crash after all. After he spooked the towns people of Flatwoods. He repaired his ship and headed for Detroit, Michigan to pimp and get in adventures. When he arrived in the underbelly of Motor City it was overrun by Nazis. So in turn he used his alien powers to rid the ghetto of the city of the Third Reich and champion over all other pimps with his hoes.
The title and artwork of this mixtape has very little to do with the content of the mixtape if any at all.
Our technology has progressed by leaps and bounds but, our emotions and social behaviors have digressed. How is this progress?
Lately I have been thinking that I am a cop. I won't try to pull anyone over it's more like Trading Places or Freaky Friday.
I traveled a year into the future and did a live dj set at Ohio Hippies in Alliance, Ohio.Ohio Hippies Smoke Shop (131 E Main St, Alliance, OH)
What's with everyone running over lawns with their cars? Running over my lawn, their lawn and everyone else's lawn. Do we want to live in the City of Mud?
You put these ideas in your head and they aren't even true. Hogwash! Pipe Dreams! Nonsense!
If you are a go no where but, a do everything. You should hang out with go everywheres who don't do anything. Catch my drift?
The introduction to the State of the Union Address with excerpts from On The Corner by Miles Davis. Followed by President Joe Biden's State of the Union Address accompanied by a group of studio musicians under the influence of LSD. With outro again with Miles Davis.*I couldn't help myself
The Battle of the AntsThat is not which is.The only Word is Silence.The only Meaning of that Word is not.Thoughts are false.Fatherhood is unity disguised as duality. Peace implies war.Power implies war. Harmony implies war. Victory implies war. Glory implies war. Foundation implies war. Alas! for the Kingdom wherein all these are at war. (Book of Lies, Aleister Crowley, 1913.)
Welcome to your second and final day of re-education. This should clear any false pretenses about hippies and rid you of your ailments.
Welcome to the first day of camp. We will attempt to re-educate you from a 90s Deadhead to a full blown hash smuggling, acid head in the matter of two sessions. Please come back tomorrow for more unlearning.
It's a great form of birth control and should be readily available and free. Also, The Day After Pill should be next to the Tylenol.
Ben Affleck and everyone else are sober. So listening to me spin jazz records and read Bukowski quotes.
Hurry up and get in bed! Fall asleep really fast! Wake up really fast! Go fast all day! Go crazy! Make mistakes! Get in an accident! It's crazy America!!!
Pizza Wars Excerpt. One afternoon I had decided to get a large cup of water instead of the caffeine filled soda we all drank. It was as if it was Hitler’s army was at it again with their crystal meth fighting Russia. I needed a break from the intense refuse mind. As if he knew I had broken the unwritten law of the delivery drivers. One of the alpha employees asked what I was drinking. I said, water. He laid into me as if I had committed treason. I had to be with it there the rest of the evening. I wouldn't trust him not to put something in your drink.
If you appear tired you will be arrested onsite. You must be on something. You must join the masses in the halls of caffeine.
Every night around 6pm until about 7pm or 8pm my house gets chilly. Later on in the evening it seems to get better and more comfortable. Ghosts? Intruders? Anomaly? We may never know.
In today's society everyone is living in a fantasy world to combat how fucked up everything is. So, why wouldn't the cops?!
Five is seven depending on the volume. If the volume is lower than five is six. The cop mind in a police state:He’s out driving. He’s going somewhere. He went off his usual routes. He pulled into a place that serves alcohol. He said, fucked up. I’m investigating. What really happened:I really don’t feel like driving at all. Well, the car hasn’t been driven in three days. Man! I don’t want to drive on Market. It’s a pile of shit and it keeps getting worse. I’ll go down 44th and go around and then pull around at the golf course. Man, this exit or entrance is fucked up look at all the potholes. Oh, there’s a damn pig. “Why does everyone hate me?”
Godzilla Vs. The Fish CreatureIn this point of the evolution of Godzilla he/she can shrink down to the size of a human and even date humans. However, a Fish Creature has come onto the radar of Godzilla’s psychic ability to detect titans. He divorces his wife to fight off the Fish Creature and joins forces with Burt Renolds a spaghetti western cowboy and a 1980s ninja warrior. They get into all kinds of tussles with Godzilla’s wife in tow. (Oh, ninja kung fu fights and all that shit.) But eventually Godzilla gets back with his wife and they live happily ever after. Or do they?!
This was recorded under the supervision of Mike The Unconscious God, Senor Italian Spring Water and, Lord Joe Camel. Thank you!
My tribute to the band who started out eating peanut butter and jelly to shopping at Chanel. Tallica Rulez!!!!
'Mucho Muchacha'mucha muchachahello muchachaoh, hello muchachano no, me muchacho,you muchachayou know, like, me tarzan, you jane?me muchacho,you muchachayou muchachome muchachamucha muchacha!!-Esquivel
Ohio!!!! Do this. Keep these bastard dinosaurs away from our vote!!!!!!!!!!!!https://norml.org/act/tell-ohio-lawmakers-to-respect-voters-and-leave-issue-2-alone/?link_id=2&can_id=f7e37b692f30ce7d74c6c8a3bad6da2b&source=email-act-now-the-ohio-senate-is-trying-to-gut-issue-2-dont-let-them&email_referrer=email_2133757&email_subject=act-now-the-ohio-senate-is-trying-to-gut-issue-2-nil-dont-let-them__________________________________________________________________________________Nazis, Thugs and, Cops should own chihuahuas and yorkies. Old Ladies should own German Shepherds, Rottweilers and, Pitbulls.________________________________________________________________________________
Should we be alarmed about UFOs? Are the saucer people our friends or demons from another dimension? Find out in this specially designed mixtape.
Don't stay up late or you will be arrested. Don't get up late or you will be arrested. Don't laugh or smile or you will be arrested. Don't eat the last can of sardines or you will be arrested. Don't do anything or you will be arrested. Sit in front of the TV, go to work, sleep or you will be arrested.
"As above, so below. Tomorrow we should all be busy with some people. Unless there's something really wrong with you or everyone is dead." -Bizzaro Rollins
Sit back with your pillow and a beverage and get cozy. Exotic oils and libations may be needed for full coziness.
Music to get you motivated to get out there and hurt people. Possibly ruin some lives too. Get busy!
You are actually talking to me while chewing gum that way? Are you in a Saturday Night Live skit?
Travel to Moon Base Knockwurst and see what those Krauts have been working on since 1943.
It's the year 2014. The government has decided to take the citizen's guns. They are an elite fighting force to do the task. They are The Gun Takers! They'll pry your guns from your cold dead hands!
I may be a pseudo intellectual but, those ramen noodles from the Asian store are superior.
Pivnoye is Russian for beer. I have no qualms or beef with any 'regular' citizen of any country. If your country is at war like most people of any country you don't like it. I don't like it when my country is at war along with most citizens of my country. War is old rich men sending young poor men to die. World government leaders act like toddlers who's mother won't buy them candy except they have bombs and tanks.
I just got a load of beef in and what I want the police to know is that the cows the beef is from were only fed marijuana. So when you have a hamburger you get really high from it. You see the THC in the marijuana fused with the fat of the cows and created weed beef. If you believe that I have this great bridge in Brooklyn for sale. Also, my eighty year old mother shipped the beef here like Clint Eastwood in that movie. So, if you believe that one too there's this great little bridge for sale in San Fransisco. The Halls of Justice are the Halls of Gossip...
In a Polynesian tourist group outing to a village Mr. and Mrs. Dudley are murdered. The other tourists blame the locals but, that simply is not the case.
In a small surfing village in Southern California most of the men and women have significant others. Except for a few outcasts who live as hermits on the outskirts of town. One evening a drifter comes into town and says he is the second coming of Christ. He gathers the outcast hermits together and all hell breaks loose! Hippie Surfer Jesus Freaks!
Agent Walter Milton and his partner Stan Jefferson are sent to Williamsford, Indiana after a series of unexplained murders. In this town everything and everyone are innocent and the Grim Reaper is the justice system. The Occult Files!
The booty is good. The booty is good for the people. The booty is good. The booty is good for the country.
Give your dog some San Peligrino water and some filet mignon because, you are smoking a blunt and going drinking and driving to every club in the city to get in that thong. Git sik wit it!
"It can't happen here." -Mr. Bungle (Dead Goon)"When nothing remains. Who has won?" -Corrosion of Conformity
I have been doing some painting lately so I haven't been on the turntables. This is a practice session and an experiment. Take it or leave it. Not all the tracks match up but, it was educational and fun to see what I could do with these records. Please donate to my Patreon page so I can keep bringing you mixtapes. All the money will go to buying new records to spin on here. Dj Lipton
The sheep is for meekness and being humble.The third eye is for infinite knowledge. The crown of thorns is for the suffering.The lavender is for peace.
Dead in a different way. (An entire mixtape of African Head Charge from On-U records)(Artwork by me)
Oh, God in Heaven I love spending everyday alone in morbid solitude especially the weekends!
Join Chauncy Danger on a time and space quest filled with freaks, girls and, freaky girls; on a mission to get a Big Mac.
Yo! It's Street Trax 8 coming at you with steez! Get busy wit it, playa! It's dope on a rope!
Less than a week away for pro football! So get your game on or pre-game on this Labor Day with Urban Jamz Pro! It's Jiggy!
Urban Jamz 16.5! For all those peeps who thought a star, rapper and/or politician would save them! And those peeps that blame the star, rapper and/or politician for their actions or the way they turned out! Never take responsibility for your actions! I'm not very smart and I don't care! I can do whatever I want without consequence! God is money! Respect me for no reason!
Get your ear to the streets with Urban Jamz 24! (If the streets were over a decade ago).
Join Dj Lipton in this malt liquor fueled drunk mix sponsored by Jaguar Malt Liquor. Feel the roar! Hear the roar!
Back in 1991 or 1992 I went with some friends to a reggae show at a small club. We were happy to be there but, wanted some weed. I saw a guy close to the stage packing a bowl. I asked him if me and my friends could hit the pipe. He handed me the pipe and we passed it around. This was the first and only time I did PCP. Don't smoke weed with strangers kids!
'Gin and Tonic Blues' I need a Gin'n'Tonic water, baby Gin'n'Tonic water feelin' better Give me a Gin'n'Tonic Gin'n'Tonic I need it now! -Reverend Horton Heat
Have you ever met one of those people that think they are an authority figure for no apparent reason?
Just lying there in the sun with all your false knowledge. Pretending you are a psychologist or sociologist. Assuming you know what everyone needs. While they suffer. Fuck you. Eat a bowl of dick up with diarrhea sauce warmed up in the microwave for three minutes. With a side of hot fresh cum and a European pint glass filled with room temperature urine. If you don't like what I said, stop doing what you are doing. I hope you are dead and suffered that way. No I don't miss ya, miss ya, miss ya. Like I said. Stick your magic up your ass.
Your own family members could be worshipers of the bomb. Know the signs! Do they go to bed extremely early? Do they get out of bed extremely early? Are they very aggressive when it comes to guns and weapons? These are all signs that a person worships the bomb. Call 1-555-BOMB for more information or to report a worshiper of the bomb. *Brought to you by Dinosaur Church Unlimited in part with The New Earth Society (2014).
My grandfather preferred Tanqueray, my father preferred Bombay Sapphire and, me I prefer Beefeater.
Sorry is an over used word by people who continually make the same faults. I almost forgot to post this because I was busy all day and this is just what I do. I don't need anyone to validate me. I don't have that low self esteem.
Davey, Davey, Davey Crackpot victim of the satanic occult....(sung to the tune of Davey Crockett)
I've been getting burnt out making mixes lately. I keep taking little breaks and I am running out of money. We'll see if there's any change over the next week.
Don't be yourself it's the Goofy Copz Cult. Don't tell the truth it's the Goofy Copz Cult. Waste your time it's the Goofy Copz Cult. Don't do anything it's the Goofy Copz Cult. Do exaclty what the problem is it's the Goofy Copz Cult. Goofy Copz Cult Hooray!
They found cocaine in the White House because, all of Washington D.C. are Nixon Era Dinosaurs.
Seemingly it came from another dimension, Women lust after it and fear it. Men are zombified by it. The only one on Earth who seems unaffected by this menace is a voyeur Arab. Who is this Middle Eastern man and how do we stop The Night of the Hosta???!!!! In theaters this July! See it alone if you dare!
Alright, man. It's probably the only solution. Let me make sure I've got this all lined up. You want me to, uh, throw this into the tub when the white rabbit peaks? Is that it?
Did you know Elon Musk started out selling Egyptian Musk on the corner of 12th and Cleveland Ave in Canton, Ohio? His name is actually Elon McCormick but, when he was a rapper the community gave him the moniker Elon Musk because of his profession. Stay on your grind kids.
When diplomacy and negotiation break down we turn to war; a savage species. Happy 4th of July.
It's always the people doing way better than you that say, some people have it worse than you. Then they might tell you a story of a tragedy that happened to someone to make you feel better. As if your problems are nothing.
Dead and poor at your job Dead and poor at your office Dead and poor at your church Dead and poor in your government Dead and poor in America Dead and poor in Ohio Dead and poor Dead and poor Dead and poor The land of opportunity
We thought you was a video game. We thought you was dead. We thought you was a superhero. We thought you was a toad. Don't think you are ruining my life.
Driving in the rain. Driving me insane. Going to the stupid game. Government plates filling me with hate. Prying poking like a vacuum choking. Hoover remover. Can't have anything from winter to spring. Fear based society. Exactly what you bring. To the table? Making people unable. Making people slaves afraid. You're dead and want everyone else to. You're medicine? You're blue too.
I don't need stupid. I have enough stupid. I don't need bullshit, I have enough bullshit. Thanks...
I always end a call about money and law with, 'have a good one.' ____________________________________________________________ This guy goes to the bus stop to catch the bus. The doors of the bus open and the bus is filled to capacity. The driver says, no more on.
"There was a smell of sweet honeysuckle even though it wasn't in seaon." -Reilly Martin, The Coming of Tan
'Bound For The Floor'
Born to be down I've learned all my lessons before now Born to be down I think you'll get used to it And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you don't And you don't And you don't And you don't Born to be down I think that I've said this before now Born to be down What good is confidence? And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you don't And you don't And you don't And you don't And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you don't And you don't And you don't And you don't And you don't (and you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic) And you don't (and you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic) And you don't (and you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic) And you don't (and you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic) And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic And you don't -Local H
Strap on your ten gallon hat, grab your steel air guitar, grab some vittles and sarsaparilla, and lace up your high top cowboy boots. We are in for a long ride, cowpoke.
'Renegade'Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the lawLawman has put an end to my runnin', and I'm so far from my homeOh mama, I can hear you a'cryin, you're so scared and all aloneHangman is comin' down from the gallows, and I don't have very longThe jig is up, the news is outThey've finally found meThe renegade, who had it madeRetrieved for a bountyNever more to go astrayThis'll be the end todayOf the wanted manOh mama, I been years on the lam,And had high price on my headLawman said, "Get 'em dead or alive!"Now it's for sure he'll see me deadDear mama, I can hear you a-cryin'You're so scared and all aloneHangman is comin' down from the gallowsAnd I don't have very longThe jig is up, the news is outThey've finally found meThe renegade, who had it madeRetrieved for a bountyNever more to go astrayThe judge will have revenge todayOn the wanted manOh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the lawHangman is comin' down from the gallows, and I don't have very longThe jig is up, the news is outThey've finally found meThe renegade, who had it madeRetrieved for a bountyNever more to go astrayThis'll be the end todayOf the wanted manThe wanted man!And I don't wanna goOh, noOh, mama, don't let him take meHey, wooWuh!Oh, no, no, oh, no-Styx
When you talk like The King you must be drunk and slurring your words and feel really good about yourself. Also keep telling people that you are the king.
I had I hopes for this mixtape and I was going to go into a diatribe about tomato wine, zombies, clowns and, hillbillies. But, while I was recording this I had to to take a shit. So I did and hurried back to the decks. The song after the song during the shit is the wrong song and the levels are way off. This just caused a downward spiral for quite some time during the mix. Albeit, here it is so do what you will and take it or leave it.
Who are you...I repeat...Who are you?!___________________________________________________________"Who am I speaking with now, Reagan?" -The Exorcist
Word to Christ he's gonna give you it all. With Jesus that's how you ball.Having a cravin' Get with savin' Fishers of men. Forgiven of sin. Were to begin? In the manger the one. God's son! When your down with the Messiah. No one will try ya!
It's five o'clock time for a smoke.Don't do that you might choke.Or even get cancer. That's not the answer.How you gonna be a hip-hop dancer?Them shrooms won't save ya. Might put you the grave yo! You need to find the savior!Don't smoke weed.And crack is whack! Say no to drugs! And that's where it's at! Word!!!
Good day class. Today we will learn about the roots of urban biomechanics and how they shaped the decade of the 1980s.
How much did you invest in the investigation. Was it enough for a vacation? To see Hatians? Did it give you elation? Did you have to pay Chad Mason? Or Debbie Orlando to come to my home? Did she give you dome? Or just sex over the phone? Until you heard a dial tone? Where ever you roam use soap until there's foam. If you have hair use a comb or a brush. I think most you have brains of mush. When do I keep anything hush hush? It's you and your lack of trust. So put tinfoil on your head and recite the lyrics of Right Said Fred. Survey says, you're dead.
Since all the cool people don't want to hang out and hate everyone. There's always the light beer guys.
In the year 2042 everyone uses cannabis in one form or another. The World Government grows all of the marijuana in a facility in South Africa. It is illegal to grow your own or smoke unregulated marijuana. The marijuana they grow is genetically modified to make giant elephant sized buds to keep up with the demand. One afternoon a bungling nurse drops a jar of mealybugs which feed on marijuana. During the night the bugs feed on the plants and grow to monstrous proportions.
Elect The Famous Don Broggle for President of Chickentown! He's The Good One! No need to worry about Bed Bath And Beyond. The Famous Don Broggle has the Chicken Sirens! See him next to a elderly black person and claim your right! He's The Good One...Elect The Famous Don Broggle! Don't wait for phony Lord Bag of Phones or Dave the Millionaire's Wife. He's the Good One. Vote The Famous Don Broggle! Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Charles Bukowski said once, "Find what you love and let it kill you." Some job is not what I love or what I want to kill me. Some people love their jobs. I have never found one that I loved unless I was chemically altered when I did it and then I still would call off for even the slightest inkling of fun. I find it harder and harder to join the working dead and there is no motivation in long hours and little pay. What do you want? For me to kill myself? "I can't die right." -Flavor Flav
'Bad'We're bad So badWe're bad So badWe're bad So badWe're badWe're badWe're badWe're badWe're badI feel it in my heartI believe it in my soulBut we will never liveLong enough to knowRestless and curiousDown in my gut I knowThat I will never everWant what I am toldCosWe're bad So badWe're bad So badWe're bad So badWe're badWe're badWe're badWe're badWe're badMama told me from the startGot the same rap at schoolHeard it so much that nowGuess I believe it tooSo guess what kinda crowdI hang around with nowBeing bad is betterThan being nothing at allWe're bad!-Jello Biafra and Nomeansno
Woe are they who try the Devil's Lettuce! Injecting marijuanas only leads to damnation!
Obviously I am not a good DJ or I would get a lot more listens and some respect. So really...what is there to do for middle aged single men? I have been to all the bars, met all the people at all the bars and, spent all the money at all the bars. What did that get me? Morbid loneliness. The bars pay nothing back.
Eat a bowl of dicks with diarrhea sauce heated up in the microwave and wash it down with a European pint glass full of room temperature urine. Thanks have a great day!
Those cuffs are made of high tensile steel. You can cut through your ankle in five minutes. -Mad Max
In another get rich quick scheme devised by Fred. Barney and Fred open a portal to what could only be called Hell. Mr. Slate won't be happy about this. Wilma!!!Johnny Depp as the voice of Barney Nicolas Cage as the voice of Abyss BarneyTony Hawk as the voice of FredVin Diesel as the voice of Abyss FredAlso starring Kate McKinney as the voice of WilmaNot in theaters anywhere except in your mind. Like the rest of your reality.A Napalm Nacho Studios production in part with Dinosaur ChurchCopyright 3,000,000 B.C. All Constitutional Rights Have Been Suspended
Tired of pretending to be positive. Tired of people acting like they manifest things. Tired of being an outcast. Tired of being ostracized. Tired of not having friends. Tired of going places alone. Sick and tired. Everything sucks.
The Deathworger consumes all in it's path as it devours the city leaving only a blanket of dead ash.
Oh, you're part Cherokee? So is everyone else I talk to. Canton must have a large Native American community.
Subscribe to the Mosque of the Subgenius and know the teachings of Bill. Bill pays his bills so he can bill you. Accounts receivable and accounts payable. With no depreciation at the end of the year. Know how to pay your Bill. Know Bill and know bills. Just a Bill sitting on capital hill. So glom your cap on and tilt the Bill. Bill's paid.
Really what is there to say about all these ridiculous situations and are an oroborus. All I can say I guess is snooch to the booch. Enjoy the punk rock! Thanks for tuning in.
Should I be afraid of airplanes, sirens, cops, warthogs, gangs, roosters with beards; what should I be panicking about for you today?
If you eat too much rabbit you don't get enough protein and fats. So you get rabbit starvation. So if you eat the brains which are fatty you may survive.
A modest outpouring of songs to drink to on the day Saint Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. Cheers! Get drunk and make bad decisions.
My brother keeps insisting that I should do a Podcast. Isn't this the same thing essentially? I must be stupid and simple.
The official soundtrack to idiot teenagers running through the mall like they are skateboarding and jumping off shit. It's not even good parcor; you look like fairies.
My brother told me if I name a mixtape Happy Day Whiskey he'll give me twenty dollars. We'll see.
So I get seven hours of sleep if I go to bed at 1:00am or sooner but, I am fraught with sleeplessness if I go to bed later. Scientifically this is not logical. This is the work of other humans trying to make me assimilate to them. Speaking of assimilation black people in America are always supposed to be poor and downtrodden as the stereotype says. White America perpetuates this to the extent of making their own kind assimilate to white culture or suffer.
Big ups to the the ladies today on International Women's Day. An all woman (at least fronted) mixtape, albeit, from a man's collection.
The title is a bit of sarcasm poking fun at not only the metal genre but, it's critics as well.
I'd rather be killed by a car bomb than anything else. At least it means I made a difference.
Why can't I speak to they? How about them? Oh, they'll be in the office tomorrow? Have them call me.
You can definitely get at least an associates degree level education from YouTube. I mean look at the work you have to put into it.
The other morning I was up at 8:30am putting chili in the crock pot. I sat down for a smoke before I went back to bed and looked through the living room window through the skylight on the porch. A silver pointy craft went zipping across the blue sky. I immediately said, what the fuck was that?! I had never seen anything like it. It really looked like it was moving fast also. I've seen jets in the sky and they seem to move a lot slower in perspective to how high they are in the sky. This bugger moved really fast across the sky.
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The other night I would wake up pretty much every hour after having crazy dreams. They were mostly about women. From women in hoods blowing up the universe in a 1970s sci fi landscape to a drunk woman jerking me off.
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I only have it because, you told me I have it.I am only this way because, you told me I was.
"Inquiring minds want to know..." -The National Enquirer People Magazine raves! Us MagazineWeekly World NewsSunThe Globe
She looked sad and beaten lying next to me without her face covered in makeup. A woman who never lived but, had too much.
Sick of it all. Let's call the whole thing off.On your lunch break call work and don't go back today, just drink beers and see if you really want to participate tomorrow. Fuck modern psychology. Let's go back to when marijuana solved everything.
This is a shabby mixtape.It was a shabby day. I'm dropping it like it's hot anyway. "Ego trip, ego trip, trippin' down the fucking stairs." -De La Soul
Last night I had a dream that I was in a house with some people and they were contacting the dead. You could see them through the portals they opened. I had never seen the people they were contacting nor the people in the dream. Then we were transported into a black SUV and on a safari type ride through the land of the dead. The woman in the front seat had her window open and one of the giant bugs came up to the window and she fed it a dirty piece of broken glass. The giant bug slurped it up with it's long pink tongue. I looked out my window and saw three elk or giant deer and then I woke up.
I saw this documentary where this lady's son got locked up in prison and eventually killed. She said, it seemed like a conspiracy and how he was limited and constrained by the system. Damn straight lady...it's a fucking conspiracy to keep everyone down especially if they are conscious.
Earlier in my life I would meet people who were parents. When we would be away from their kids they would act like their kids. Now, I meet people who's kids went off to college or have left the nest. These parents act like they are everybody's parents. Hhhhhhhh.
What did you do on your summer break Billy?We dun wen fishin' in the Valley of the Godz. Pawpaw and I caught a whole slew a fish. Pawpaw said, we'd haf ta pay with our souls. I don't know wut that means but, them fish was tasty afta we cook em up.
The Earth's core began spinning the opposite direction recently. This awoke the Funk Lord from his eternal slumber. He rose from Hollow Earth and through the steam vents of the ocean; arrived in The United States of America. Here he found that the President's son does crack, all the women are addicted to hard seltzer and the weed was now multicolored. He was displeased and brought the funk to gather his followers for the Final Confrontation. Join the Army of the Funk Lord and live forever!!!
Some of what you will hear I listened to in high school. Others not and even some I just heard last week. On another level if you are done with high school then leave it behind. It shaped you in ways but, you should have grown emotionally, mentally and, spiritually since then. It does not define who you are.
Someone left the airlock open and it flooded. The Admiral is angry but, is blaming everyone but his girls. Guest starring: Paul Simon and Linda Lovelace.
John Ritter visits the base. He hasn't seen Admiral Nelson in decades and much to his dismay The Admiral is still keeping the sweet sweet ladies from John. See what John's braking point is on...Seabase Alpha! Only on the Hallmark Channel!
The Hallmark Channel, Dj Lipton and, Cutty Sark Scotch Whiskey present Seabase Alpha. A group of sexy young ladies join Admiral Nelson on Seabase Alpha and the antics and adventure ensue.
Why don't you bust someone else's balls? Why do I have to have a belief or a label to be spoken to in a normal manner? Are you confused? Well, so am I by you. It's so simple and easy.
Maybe you can't handle my negativity and we separate. Then you fell upset and used and I feel rejected.OrWe dance off into the sunset. Holding hands with bluebirds flying around our heads; carrying ribbons with our names on them.
This is a mashup of MIMS 'This Is Why I'm Hot' and The Mag Seven's 'By The Time I Get Out Of Phoenix.'
I can't decide if I really like this band or not. They definitely make me positive. However, they seem to be repetitive in their unique style. The lyrics are what get me the most with the wit and nihilistic subject matter. We'll see tonight when I listen to it without djing the songs.
I’m gonna drive. I’m sober and I think this exempts me from the law so I make a left on red or I can drive a few blocks without a license plate. I’m gonna drive. I just had a six pack at my girlfriend’s place while we watched Stranger Things. I’m gonna drive. I smoked a blunt and did some dabs with my boy; it’s cool. I am smoking a grape blunt, driving and, think I am Eazy-E or whatever the popular guy I get my mind from is. I’m gonna drive. I’m on mushrooms. I mean shit, the colors are just more vivid. My girl is addicted to meth so she stays around. I’m gonna drive. I’m on acid and cocaine. Shit I’m in West Virginia after that Festival. It’s cool. I’m gonna drive. Better yet ride my motorcycle in the rain because I just injected myself with bull semen to get swoll and just smoked a little crystal meth and/or crank. I’m gonna drive. I’m going to the local hangouts and clubs to beat up people who used to be my friends because they do drugs. I squeal my tires and crank that industrial music. Whatever you do while driving it's bad. This is a three ton machine. But, you have confidence in yourself so roll out!
Yee Haw! Welcome to the annual QAnon BBQ sponsored by Rhinestone Life and MTV's Jackass. This is our celebration of our insurrection on the baby eating Democrats. It brings me much dismay, however, that our shaman could not be here with us. Albeit, we still will contact our space brothers in their UFOs to defeat the Hollywood space lasers. So enjoy some good BBQ and music and celebrate this day. We are triumphant!
'That's Life By Frank Sinatra'I want to be in the factory.Where everyone is a psychologist. I want to be in the factory.Where everyone is a sociologist. I want the twenty piece chicken McNugget. I don't want the foresight or insight to order the honey mustard. I'll just get the barbecue. They used to have honey. It tasted like gold.It was good like McDonalds. I want to sit at my desk quietly. While tools and douches haze me. I have the hots for the girl whose ass takes up the whole hallway. I want to sit at my desk quietly. I want to be in the factory. I want to sit at my desk quietly.
I should put the groceries away before seven days is up. I am vaccinated with the new vaccine. Yeah, because you want to be normal. What is normal? Why is everything so extreme?It's because everyone works in the factory even if they don't.______________________________________________________________There's just some people that have never done or said anything original in their lives. The worst ones know it.
There was lore that a local rock band had a human skull in their house and they used it as an ashtray. Play Freebird!!!
All day yesterday and last night it was really foggy here. I thought maybe it would've been cool to set up lights last night for backyard wrestling in those conditions. There's a lot of ICP fans that live here but, I never see anyone wrestling in their backyard.
In ancient times during the time of the Old Testament. There were giants and people aged over two centuries. Have you ever heard these people who say, I'm a god or I'm a goddess. I think the real gods are the people who are fed up with being gods.
My brother forgot Megan Thee Stallion's name so he called her Wolf Lady Three. But, that could have been contrived. Every human on the planet is perpetuating the end of our species.
This mixtape has nothing to do with Juggalos, I don't think. Today I watched two documentaries on Juggalos. They all seem to think they are outcasts. I don't understand why? They seem to just be white trash people latching on to something. I believe in freedom and camaraderie to no end; being alone as I am. I just don't understand the outcast mentality unless you are being ostracized or just all around hazed. I also don't understand the violent actions and speak. There is no excuse for violence most of the time. So you are an outcast because, you want to hurt people. You need to seek help or you will end up in prison. I am not a fan of the Insane Clown Posse's music but, I would like to understand the Juggalo mentality. It just seems to me to be a way of getting attention and scaring people away. You would not live in the fringe if you stopped scaring people. Why scare people into liking you and for reality's sake...you probably aren't going to hurt anyone really. C'mon!
Welp...humans have reached their peak of population and it's all downhill from here. Act accordingly.
I highly doubt you will be getting a mixtape from me for tomorrow or the next day. I am taking the holiday off unless I get the itch. Merry Christmas, Etc...Go visit your parents or someone in your family. If you are far away from them give them a call and see if you can be with someone close by for the holiday. Be with people even though they are shit. You are a social animal by nature. Humans thrive off social interaction.
'Down In It'Now I'm down in itNow I'm down in itKinda like a cloud, I was up way up in the skyAnd I was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believeSometimes I don't believe them myselfAnd I decided I was never coming downJust then a tiny little dot caught my eyeIt was just about too small to seeBut I watched it way too longIt was pulling me downI was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)Shut upSo what, what does it matter nowI was swimming in the haze, now I crawl on the groundAnd everything I never liked about you is kind of seeping into meI try to laugh about it now butIsn't it funny how everything works outI guess the jokes on me, she saidI was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I used to be so big and strongI used to know my right from wrongI used to never be afraidI used to be somebodyI used to have something insideNow just this hole it's open wideI used to want it allI used to be somebodyI'll cross my heart, I'll hope to dieBut the needle's already in my eyeAnd all the world's weight is on my back and I don't even know whyWhat I used to think was me is just a fading memoryI looked him right in the eye and said, "Goodbye"I was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I was up above itRain, rain go awayCome again some other dayRain, rain go awayCome again some other dayRain, rain go awayCome again some other dayRain, rain go awayCome again some other dayI was up above itI was up above it(Now I'm down in it)I was up above itNow I'm down in it-Nine Inch Nails
Do you see them too the Cotton Eyed Joes and Jills? Where do they come from? Where do they go? Are they kept in a warehouse somewhere and let out during certain times to strangely and negatively break up the monotony of the day? If you do see them they definitely stand out from the crowd. Am I one of them? Are you? Is that why I see them and have to interact with them? Do the powers that be put me in that category? Are they a lesson to be learned?
There was a movie early in the millennium called The Day After Tomorrow. It starred Kevin Costner or something. In the movie there are a series of weather disasters created by climate change. It's a race against time. Starting tomorrow there will be extreme weather changes that last until at least Sunday in my area. The predictions from the weather app remind me of that movie.
You're middle aged and you have been cooped up working and at home for two months. It's high time you went out to the bars. You are fully vaccinated and you are going to Uber because, you are smart. Maybe you'll hit up downtown and to a 'pub crawl' of your own. At least until you find out where you fit in. Maybe you'll get a date?! Well, you have to get read shave, shower and, get out some cool duds. But, you need a soundtrack to get ready to for this big event. Well we here at Napalm Nacho Studios have the answer for that question and here it is. Just press play.
You better brainstorm on how you are going to get the slaves to give you a bath; you lame dope smoking slacking little you are. Mr. Destroyer is coming and he’s the five-way diablo. So, you should find a mastermind to give you enough sense to keep that doggy out of the rain. So get your dinosaur vacuum, get face down and, get your mind blown because, the spine of God says no.
Mixtapes for me are a meditation. Immersing yourself in the music and the manipulation of the records. This one started out as sort of a homage to the only person I ever knew in person that was a Black Sabbath fan for real (I think). He was the dough maker at Pizza Hut. Every time I would come in from a delivery Black Sabbath was on the radio. I would always exclaim, yeah Sabbath! Then I started thinking about people around me which since it is meditation I focused on myself. Then I started thinking about society as a whole. The records started out in order of how I produced it earlier in the day but, it soon became a whole other animal. Aside from that my earliest memories of Black Sabbath were on the radio in high school. I would always think to myself this shit rocks! It wasn't until college that I really got into Sabbath though. I would walk back across campus drunk from downtown bars to my apartment listening to We Sold Our Souls For Rock and Roll another time I sat on the front porch of a house I lived in with friend and listened to that same compilation over and over while smoking weed for eight hours straight. So, here's an almost unrelenting onslaught of Sabbath man! "If you are going to sell your soul for rock and roll, don't ask for permission."
That's not you. You don't smoke weed. We'll destroy your car. That's not you. You smoke weed. We'll destroy your furnace. That's not you. We'll clog your pipes. That's not you. You can't celebrate Christmas. That's not you. You can't hang out with people. That's not you. You can't do anything. That's not you. Until what, I die? We've never even had a conversation. That's not you. I have never met you in my life. That's not you. That's not you! That's not you! I say who you are. That's not you. That's not Thad. That's not you. That's not Thaddeus. That's not you. I can't be you. That's not you!!! It's not. It can't be. It's all been a lie. You were supposed to save us. That's not you!!!! That's not you!!!! That's not you!!! I have to kill you. That's not you!!! We know. We planned. We toiled. That's not you!!! We're god!!! We're satan!!! That's not you!!!! We're confused!!! That's not you!!! We're confused!!!! You're confused!!! That's not you!!!! You're not me!!! You should be me!!! That's not you!!!! You have to be something!!!! You can't be yourself!!! That's not you!!! What until I die???? That's not you!!!!And another thing...If I play Gremlins once outside. What does it mean? If I play Gremlins twice outside I like it. If I play Gremlins three times outside I'm out and it's me. If I play Gremlins four times outside it's a walk. If I play Gremlins outside twice and then skip a day. If I wait three days and play Gremlins outside. Outside Gremlins five days, man. Six Gremlins outside is the devil. Play seven Gremlins outside it's holy. I don't care. Play Gremlins never outside. Leave me alone with this bullshit of nine Gremlins outside the true number of satan or perfection. Sleep in. Drink up. Smoke up. Shit is tired, fool.
'Lonesome Town'There's a place where lovers goTo cry their troubles awayAnd they call it 'Lonesome Town'Where the broken hearts stayYou can buy a dream or twoTo last you all through the yearsAnd the only price you payIs a heart full of tearsGoin' down to Lonesome TownWhere the broken hearts stayGoin' down to Lonesome TownTo cry my troubles awayIn the town of broken dreamsThe streets are filled with regretMaybe down in Lonesome TownI can learn to forgetMaybe down in Lonesome TownI can learn to forgetLonesome Town-Ricky NelsonJust over here preparing chickens and sheep for space travel in giant mechanical corn.
I asked my brother to get me a magician or a stand up comedian to do a personal show for just me, for Christmas. The performer can do the show in my living room while I drink beer and smoke cigarettes. I will try not to be enthused with the performance and when I get up for another beer I will punch the wall. I will not say anything to them and try to be angry the whole time. In doing this it will be the most uncomfortable gig of their career. If they are smart and talented they will use this material in later shows, otherwise, they shouldn't make this career.
Let me turn my fat ass around here and get that for ya. You want me to put a TV on it for you too?
I got a big TV and a fancy rubber glove.Some people call it convenience; I call it love.It's okay.It's all copesthetic when push comes to shove.
Is someone making plans for you? Are you part of someone's experiment? What is their agenda? Too many agendas. I had a professor for a speech class and I was attracted to her even though she was younger than me. I hinted once that she knew that I was attracted to her and said, as long as you don't have an agenda. I thought about that. Do I have plans for women I date? Not really. If I love you, I love you without stipulations. Recently I watched comedian Mark Maron and he said, to keep the pussy a few steps away when talking to women. I thought sometimes I don't because, I am a man and I have been alone for so long. However, the other day I was at the grocery and a woman started talking to me in line. I was attracted to her but, the pussy was steps away. When I got home I said to myself that's good man. That was honorable. I have had people making plans for me and having agendas included with friendship. That's not a friend and that is no way to be. Think next time you are talking to someone. Do you like the person for who they are or do you want them to be an image you have in your head? Are they a person to you or are they your little project. I have been dehumanized by even family members. It's sick and not good.
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You lost another one because you walk in the room like you are going to save everyone. I'm an absolute shithead,
I don't have much hope for the human race. This anti-social behavior will be the death of us. This fantasy of social media is the undoing. Separating us, running away from each other with the help of hashtags and primitive terminology. The complete destruction of the individual in a suicidal attempt to belong to a giant facade. Where even your family members will lie and deceive you because they cannot allow you to be you.
From the long line of cars with the last vanity plate reading 'Finally' to the you forgot milk and there's some spilled outside the grocery store. No sir I don't like it. Get out of here with that mess.
In Russia smugglers are extracting mammoth tusks from the permafrost. They are not fossilized because they were frozen all these years. They go for a hefty price on the black market. There you go kids...the beginning of a story you could make into a film. Such wondrous sights you'll see.
I don't go out on Friday or Saturday night. I need me a big plate of fartin' beans on both nights. I also have to listen to Mason Marks because, Susie says, it's funky like Rot H. If I don't I'll die.
The poor a terrorist The rich a terrorist The blacks a terrorist The whites a terrorist In your home a terrorist On the streets a terrorist Your mom a terrorist Your dad a terrorist Baby terrorists Gay terrorists Kitten terrorists In solitude a terrorist God is a terrorist Don't make a mistake or Jesus will ruin your day. Down down down the never ending spiral of your mistake he made you make.
This town is possessed with frustration, depression and, anger. You don't have to go very far to see the difference.
Over two hours of commercial free classic rock hits, only here with Dj Lipton! "Acting like life is a big commercial." -Beastie Boys
What is the name of the the temperature...? Dr. Dre calls me Caballero. The parasite man spilled the beer. Joe Biden seems confused. You would be too if you were a time traveler. I heard yesterday that Joe Biden didn't know his son died in a hospital here in the United States but, thought he died in Iraq. Well you are not to far off he died in a time travel accident in ancient Babylonia. What is the name of the temperature? Bill or ladle? Something tangible, Are you exploiting the name of Allah and Jesus Christ? With gold chains and wall hangings? Yellow cocaine. Twix and, an empty bag of heroin up along trash alley. What is the name of the temperature? A god, demon, entity or, elemental? 3l3mental? The name of the the temperature is Beef Roast. Even thought this is a nickname because, earthlings cannot comprehend the true name of the sub-elemental Temperature.
Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Jesus is the devil Etc...
After doing some research, I found that the Woo Shun Monastery is a large group of Tibetan Monks that left their religion and homes to work for the Chinese Government under the guidance of the Vatican. These monks study and meditate on the occult and macabre. In the monastery you will find them digging into extraterrestrials, Nazism, witchcraft and even McDonald's. In doing so they give this information to the clandestine one world government hierarchy and to the end of controlling the people of the world.
Not an hour before I started work on translating the manuscripts; I heard a loud knock on the door. Two intelligence agents which I assume were from the American government greeted me and asked to have the manuscripts. I complied being that in tow were two local sheriffs. No harm was done to me or my property and they were polite. They said, that I should quit investigating Dr. Crom and that I should not leave Ohio for six months. I asked them where they were taking the manuscripts and they said, that I should call my local Catholic Diocese. The next day I did just that. I got a hold of a priest and he said, he didn't know much but, had heard rumor that there was a monastery in South West China called the Woo Shun. I was perplexed and now I was complying with the intelligence officers and not investigating Dr, Crom but, investigating the Woo Shun Monastery.
If you travel North on Cleveland Avenue in Canton and North Canton, Ohio. You will eventually reach a road called Applegrove. Take that east until it turns into Werner Church Road. Cross the bridge and on the left side you will see a white barn. This was the home of Dr. Crom until 1958. He was arrested here for performing infernal experiments on farm animals. In the barn besides the horribly mutated animals they found the workings of a manuscript written in a strange language. This later was found out to be Dr. Crom's own language he created after his study and execution of Black Arts rituals and supposed contact with extraterrestrials. I have been translating these manuscripts to see if there is any merit to them.
A Walvis is a semi-aquatic mammal that resides on Chordon 9. In the artwork of this mixtape there is an artist's rendition of a Walvis skull, found in the recreation area of human/penguin hybird, bounty hunter Tennessee Tuxedo's war ship.
In 1997 until 1998; I worked at a plastics factory. This is how my addiction started. I first started buying plastic tubs at the factory store. Then I began collecting Tuppperware and other plastic containers. I was stealing them from friends and family members. Then I met a girl she had the mainline to my addiction. She would save and wash plastic forks, knives, sporks, spoons, you name it. It all came to a hilt in 2013 when I grabbed a butter knife from my silverware drawer and it had a white plastic handle on it. This brought me back to the childhood trauma of eating cereal out of a white plastic Dukes of Hazzard bowl with the fat face of Boss Hogg looking at me as if to say, I own you now. The therapy is helping but, plastic is everywhere and readily available. If you have a plastic addiction please call, 1-800-PLSTICAD or consult you local addiction program. There is help!
Eh, there's some mistakes on here. But, when I listened to it. It wasn't awful. Also, I am working on levels a bit. I have no idea why some records are louder than others. Is it year? Is it artist's preference? Anyway trying to get these out to you as much as possible and hell, they are free to you. So what are you complaining about?!
In the time before the Jackel Baby the ancient ones worshiped the Stone Ape for it's healing power. Hopefully the Stone Ape will bring you protection also.
"All the cops are criminals and all the sinners saints." -Rolling Stones (Sympathy for the Devil, Beggars Banquet.)
"People say, well, do you ever hear any other voices other than, like, a few people? Of course I do." -- George W. Bush, In Washington, D.C., on December 18, 2008 ______________________________________________________________ Original tree painting by George W. Bush.
'Waymaker' You are here, moving in our midst I worship You, I worship You You are here, working in this place I worship You, I worship You You are here, moving in our midst I worship You, I worship You You are here, working in this place I worship You, I worship You And we say waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are Waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are, oh You are here, touching every heart I worship You, I worship You, I lift my hands You are here, healing every heart (and we workship You) I worship You, I worship You You are here, mending every heart I worship You, I worship You (I love to worship You) You are here Lord, turning lives around I worship You, I worship You (yes I do) (Everybody lift it up and sing) Waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are Waymaker, miracle worker, promise keeper Light in the darkness My God, that is who You are (I said) That is who You are (that is who You are) That is who You are (that is who You are) oh Lord That is who You are (that is who You are) That is who You are (that is who You are) oh Waymaker, miracle worker Waymaker, miracle worker Waymaker, miracle worker Waymaker, miracle worker (everybody say) Waymaker, miracle worker (Anybody know He's a waymaker tonight, He's a miracle worker) Waymaker, miracle worker (ah) Waymaker, miracle worker Even when I don't see it, You're working Even when I can't feel it, You're working You never stop, You never stop working You never stop, You never stop working Even when I can't see it, You're working Even when I can't feel it, You're working You never stop, You never stop working You never stop, You never stop working Even when I don't see it, You're working Even when I can't feel it, You're working You never stop, You never stop working (oh no) You never stop, You never stop working (even when I can't see) Even when I don't see it, You're working (even when I can't feel it) Even when I don't feel it, You're working (He never stops working) You never stop, You never stop working (He never stops working) You never stop, You never stop working (He never stops working) He never stops working, no Our God is at work with us here Our God is a healer, He's a comforter Waymaker, miracle-worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are (we know, we know) Waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are (ooh) Waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are (Everybody lift it up again and say) oh Waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are (One more time all over the building) (Can you lift it up to Him) Waymaker, miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are Waymaker, waymaker miracle worker Promise keeper, light in the darkness My God, that is who You are. -Michael W. Smith
It is the year 2026. Donald Trump has been reelected as president of the United States. The U.S, borders have broken down and the landscape is dystopian to say the least. During the past few years many extraterrestrials have also landed on Earth as refugees from an intergalactic battle in the constellation of Orion. Some of these new comers are dangerous and some not. The POTUS has issued rewards for the capture and execution of the said, dangerous E.B.E.s. Bands of people are out for the rewards. These are American Alien Hunters!
Tonight on Stump Burners; see if Big Dan is still part of the Stump Burners crew after last weeks mishap. Only on Bravo!
Tonight after Stump Burners on Bravo! Catch the premier of American Dinosaur Hunter to see if Carl and Jennifer have found a real Dimetrodon foot print! After that stay tuned for Real Housewives: Hell's Angels Minneapolis Chapter, Only on Bravo!
See if you can guess the time during the set when I sharted and had to go back and forth to the turntables while cleaning up the mess in my pants.
Your doctor could be an atheist, a christian, a pagan, a satanist, a morman, or islamic. This goes out to Sarah. Don't kill yourself.
'Crack heads while you sleep' Chipmunks in your Jeep Hear them as they creep Looking for drugs Hiding from thugs In your basement In the closet Find their bags and vomit If you are going to live here buy some Comet Shot into space Now back to pace Seen them all Asleep in the hall Using things when you're not here Drinking wine and drinking beer Stole a stereo Sold it to Larry O Get the fuck out of here bro! -Unkle Freebird
Smoking cigarettes is cool. I mean secret agents smoke. Private eyes smoke. Tough gangsters smoke. Cowboys, all the great writers and artists. They all smoke. I must be from a different time.
The war in the Ukraine is just a guise to keep us from finding out that the world is doomed and the majority of people will die in the coming cataclysm. Whether it be from our own undoing or something other worldly. Putin and the Russian government want to destroy the world with nuclear weapons before the world is uninhabitable. The United states and it's allies want to collect people to move to a different planet even though most will be left behind. Either way if you aren't one of the elite you will die. *This is pure speculation.
I really got nothing to say. About our world, America, Russia, etc. Look at this shit?!?!
I wasn't prepared to do this mixtape at the time. So in the beginning there's some mistakes. Take it or leave it.
There was a guy my brother worked with who didn't finish the police academy. One day he was threatening his wife with arrest even thought he wasn't a cop. After she cheated or some other argument. The actual police showed up at his house and he had to pay all kinds of fines and shit. It was in the local news. So when he went back to work; everyone picked on him and called him Office Weaver. LOL.
The Tailless Monkey There is no help-but hotch pot!-in the skies When Astacus sees Crab and Lobster rise Man has spine, and hopes of heaven-to-be, Lacks the Amoeba's immortality What protoplasm gains in mobile mirth Is loss of the stability of earth. Matter and sense and mind have their day: Nature presents the bill and all must pay. If, as I am not, I were free to choose, How Buddhahood would battle with The Booze! My certainty that destiny is "good" Rests on its picking me for Buddhahood. Were I a drunkard, I should think I had. Good evidence that fate was "bloody bad." -Aleister Crowley (Book of Lies, 1913, Red Wheel/Weiser LLC)
I don't know why but, this goes out to the people who are all alone except for your pet(s). You let them sleep in the bed and even talk to them.
Micheal Jackson created a conspiracy and plan to kill Princess Diana because of his true love for her.
I felt really odd at the beginning of this mixtape. A couple of glasses of water fixed that, however. I have been a fan of Ween since the early nineties by listening to Pure Guava. Shout out to Troy Puls.
I decided to get really drunk tonight. When I do that during the night or morning I feel like I might die. However, you ain't good. We are missing 'Walking In My Shoes" by Depeche Mode on this mix. I searched my entire collection as far as I know. I lost track at 2000 records. I blame Debbie AKA Calamity Jane from last weekend. Every time she comes here things wind up missing. What a tool. Her name was Debbie Orlando when I dated her in high school. She's still there. No wonder people beat her up. She'll preach you Jesus all day too. Naw, Dj Lipton P.S. Shout out to Melissa AKA Mel. Keep on keeping on. You are a good person. There's alot of meanies out there. Sarah too. She got a lot of meanies too. Shit the fucking bed! P.S.S. This is another installment of the Depeche Mode mixes. Look for variations on themes. Thank you to my fans. P.S.S.S. I would rather go to a great party than a concert. There's real people there. Later!
Perm in your hair or even a curly weave, Wichya New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve. I tell you come here, you say, ‘Meet me half way,’ Cause brothers been popping that game all day.
- LL Cool J, “Around the Way Girl,” Mama Said Knock You Out, 1990
The fifth installment of the Funky Devil series. "I got the funky rhymes but, I'm not the funky devil." -Mike D
This goes out to the guys and gals partying at the Chicken Shack in Brewster this Labor Day Weekend. Brewster rocks on WPIG!
'Even If' Yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths when I reserect, I'll still be Meth the jams 'ill still be def We here, me and this mic-phone be here and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it up to here lyrics have no dress code from KRS to Depeche Mode Kid I'm so cool you catch colds at the jump off, it's about to jump off my nigga, speak with tha hand or the gun talk. Yo, RZA, we got the clan at the front and police at the do' every exit is laced with see-4, 'bout to blow, like TRIAL I'm passed out, MC's is like bitches in thongs, they assed out but me the M-E-T-H the O-D, just to real I can't be touched and can't feel the monatony, take a picture of my nut sack, carbon copy that, and send it through a fax MOTHER FUCKER! New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now Spit flames (Five mics) BK (On site) Bring the pain (All night) Off the chain (Damn right) "Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on My verses is like a third degree to young emcees Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees y'all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots So this is what it's come to (Huh?) Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?) Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back in fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack Spy 'ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized Make them feel alive You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm Motherfucker New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now Spit flames (Five mics) BK (On site) Bring the pain (All night) Off the chain (Damn right) "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! [Scratching by RZA] "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" (repeat x2) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! -Method Man
Shout out to Jonathan Amen
This was made out of boredom and frustration. I wasn't focused or relaxed for awhile during it. Here it is anyway.
If you are like me. You see a psychologist. If you are like many you see a doctor from time to time. You are allow to refuse treatments and they must treat you. You have rights. These clinics and whatnot have overstepped there bounds at least here in Ohio. They don't want to work and are at the whim of big pharmaceutical companies. Who are like drug dealers and the clinics go right along with it. Making you dependent on the drug and in turn feel they can take away your rights because you need the medication. You have rights. I myself have contacted HIPPAA about my predicament. If you are having problems with your doctor or any medical provider (yes mental health is medical. Here is the website for HIPPAA to file a complaint. https://www.hhs.gov/hipaa/index.html
Sell your soul to anything. It all wants it. Do you worship and follow Jesus Christ or did you sell your soul to him?
This is the last of the g-funk for a bit. Stay tuned for tomorrow's hip-hop mix but, not so much gee shit. "Turn me loose"! -Sly and the Family Stone "Drop the leash" -Pearl Jam
Honestly I am growing weary of the gangster rap. There may be one more after this one tomorrow. Then I have to move on. "Gangster rap made me do it." -Ice Cube
'Gotta Keep A Runnin'
I can't see enough I can't feel enough I can't do enough in one day I'm gonna use it baby I'm gonna lose it baby I don't care what you say I'm gonna burn right up like a two dollar pistol Rocket shot through the sun I'm alive and I'm a jriving I'm a passing you by I can't stop for anyone I gotta live my life, can't stop for you
Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Goodbye baby I'm a leaving you Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Gotta keep a runnin'
I've gotta see the land in a traveling band Gotta rock and a roll with you I'm gonna make a little money make a little honey Make my connections too
I'm gonna burn right up like a two dollar pistol Rocket shot through the sun I'm alive and I'm a jiving I'm a passing you by I can't stop for anyone I gotta live my life can't stop for you
Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Goodbye baby I'm a leaving you Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Godz rock and roll
Now dig up ya'll
Now we're stoned to the bone and we're hot and sweaty Look at us, we're everything your parents ever warned you about They think we're all junkies, but everybody's some kind of junkie There's money junkies, booze junkies, dope junkies, s__ junkies, And there's one thing they don't understand, all of us, you and I, we're Godz, and Godz are rock and roll junkies Now every night we get into a different town Every night we get high, every night we rock and roll Every night we go crazy and we know we're killing ourselves, but it feels so... good They try to tell us that rock and roll is dead, but Godz rock and roll ain't dead Rock and roll is why we're all here Rock and roll is why we got long hair and get high Rock and roll is why we dress the way we do Rock and roll is why we move the way we do Rock and roll has turned us into something that they can't stand, but rock and roll has created us Rock and roll has made us machines We can't see straight We can't think straight We can't hear straight We can't feel nothing, got no heart or soul, but we're Godz And someday there'll be thousands of us, thousands of Godz, thousands of machines More of us than there is of them, they can't stop the Godz rock and roll machine, stop the machine... machine The Godz are rock and roll machines The Godz are rock and roll machines No hearts but at least we're machines The Godz are rock and roll machines
The Godz are rock and roll machines Now dig up baby Now you might not be able to understand this but you gotta listen to what I'm sayin'
I can't see enough I can't feel enough I can't do enough in one d**n day I'm gonna use it baby I'm gonna lose it baby I don't care what you say I'm gonna burn right up like a two dollar pistol Rocket shot through the sun I'm alive and I'm a jiving I'm a passing you by I can't stop for anyone I gotta live my life, can't stop for you
Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Goodbye baby I'm a leaving you Gotta keep a runnin' gotta keep a runnin' Gotta keep a runnin' -The Godz
After you solve the puzzle box you will acquire the mystical time piece which will grant you access to the Realm of the Jackel Baby...Ohm...
Have you ever looked up recipes online? I seemed to have noticed a trend that the chicks always use more dishes and more steps in the recipes. The men seem to be more utilitarian. For basically the same dish. I mean if she's cooking, you have to do the dishes. I guess likewise also. So ladies give us a break on the dishes. We are trying to love you.
'Bionic Fuse' Phoenix, Arizona Phoenix... Objects Different things, different things Martians Aliens (Saturn) Planets
Instant alien Masturbation, oxidation Beyond planet Jupiter frustrations Cyborg-4, metaphor On the octovore with green skin Read out, stick out skin in the back like a frog With glasses that see through fog Gamma Ray Bands keep me in cog Godzilla verses, like King Kong Sargon promoter, Dr. Zog 200 thousand dollar legs made in a critic aluminum [?] Seven hundred miles an hour You see the fastest man jog
Bionic fuse First man on the moon Orlando, Epcot Center Walking around with space shoes Bionic fuse First man on the moon Orlando, Epcot Center Walking around with space shoes
Decks injury and law, total free [?] Voice can travel, switchboard, or AT&T Music factory explore centre, big like C&C The coach Carter, with aluminum jackets made my starter The original space centre, flying saucers escort your grandfather With matrix effects, walking around looking like Kevin Costner Like baseballs, thirty-five androids in my roster The green spaniel’s a caca Eighty-two with bottles of nitrogen Construction worker, taking the asbestos off my gym locker Oh...
Bionic fuse First man on the moon Orlando, Epcot Center Walking around with space shoes Bionic fuse First man on the moon Orlando, Epcot Center Walking around with space shoes With the bill of commerce My 747 fuse coordinated With plytonic [?] control, Earth soils regurgitated Pockets full with lab rats, with working ants Maxi credit cards out in front of power plants With remote control Levis, I wake up early On my power pants Stand in a power stance
Bionic fuse First man on the moon Orlando, Epcot Center Walking around with space shoes Bionic fuse First man on the moon Orlando, Epcot Center Walking around with space shoes -Mr. Nogatco
I thought of two scenarios from that photo on Facebook. Both are...that fucking racist?! Seriously? Jesuit priest!!!
I know that you think the title is referencing marijuana. It's not. It is referencing grass. Like in a yard or other landscaping. The suburban conundrum of constantly mowing. The people who if part of your grass is long they throw trash in it. The constant struggle of middle America and their yards. Grass. Such a big deal.
I have been wearing a lot of black lately. This is not to affiliate myself with a fashion/group of people. Nor is it to represent a state of mind. Also, I have shaved my head. Again this is not to affiliate myself with a group of people or political sect. I am not really caught up in pop culture. All of this is for mere necessity.
Today Kenny Chesney is a country singer for tomorrow all country singers will be Kenny Chesney.
'Well Paid Scientist' You're a well paid scientist You only talk in facts You know you're always right 'Cause you know how to prove it, step by step A PhD to show you're smart With textbook formulas But you're used up Just like a factory hand Something is wrong here You won't find in on a shelf You're well-paid, you're well-trained You're tied to a rack Company cocktails, gotta go Say the right thing don't fidget, jockey for position Be polite in the pyramid you hate Sip that scotch, get that raise, this ain't no party at all Something is wrong here You won't find in on a shelf You're well-paid, you're well-trained You're tied to a rack Cringe and tense up, grind your teeth And wipe your sweaty palms Close your windows driving past the lowlife company bar They're making fun of you Ha! Ah, even you You've gotta punch the clock, why don't you punch your boss? Ah, even you You just punch the clock, too scared to punch your boss When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you... Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes? Pull up to your sterile home, you're drained Bite the heads off of your kids Chew them well, they taste like you, just slam the door Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land All your colleagues live here too Private guards in golf carts keep you safe at home? Something is wrong here You won't find in on a shelf You're well-paid, you're well-trained You're tied to a rack When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you crack? The dark shattered underbelly of the American dream Avoid it like the plague It stares you from your bathroom mirror Drown! -The Dead Kenny Chesneys
'Back To The Hotel' V-Town, brother check it out, I'm bout to throw it down Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down A little city, chillin' in the North Bay Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes In the back, sippin' purple chongos Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us, forty Grippin' panties, sippin', and the seats are right behind us Quick left, one blow, K.O. Hit the road to the next episode In the saga of a few fellas Oh what the hell, I guess i better tell ya It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on A fifth of Henny, for me to get bent on Hit the country club then picked up ML Eighty west, back to the hotel At the telly, Bones is doing butt work Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt The Latina in the corner started to flirt And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me Set for the night so I took her to my ride Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside Who-ride, brother striking through to be seen A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store Cause you know what i mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky A sick honky, straight goin' donkey Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love And burn rubber up the block Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock New cock (echoes) Ah naw, could it be? I just got a page an' a broad want to do me Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel She had a friend with her so i called TL Soothe me up, Sally want to meet Dick And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store man I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's We got the goods, now we're headin' for the ho down There goes the telly, so fella won't you slow down Park the ride in the front like a sick one Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one Lock the load, let's go look for like 118 But lay low cause I really don't want to be seen Is this the room? Aw yeah, that's the right one I got the black broad and you got the white one So hit the lights man, I just might man Try an' throw this thing all night an' Get her so sprung, that she'll drop some ale So I can catch turn and hit another hotel -N2Deep
Welp here's some music but, no artwork. My computer is on the fritz so I can't use Photoshop to bring you the full experience. We'll see what happens after the weekend or whatever. Thanks for listening, Dj Lipton
I love to sleep. All you want to do is sleep when you make it? Fuck no radiohead, I want to get more shit and make it better. Then get more shit and make it again. Again, and again, and again. Do you think this is some game of thrones, Ramsey?
It's not punishment. It's preparation. Yeah, Preparation H. What a pain in the ass. I'm tired of waiting and wasting my time. When you are done being god; come get me.
When I first moved to this area. I kept seeing graffiti of the flying eye from 1960s acid culture. Above the eye was a name Bob Fudge. I even saw this guy's artwork in the countryside. So, here's to you Bob Fudge wherever you are. You were brave enough to pick up a spray can to get your message across; whatever that message was.
The Extreme Court decrees that you must get pregnant to provide sustenance for the inter-dimensional demons leaving the portal to the American heartland.
Oddly enough I am a man and I dare you to try and do what I do alone. The dog isn't much help with chores or conversation either. I usually don't like people who say, "I'm a man" or I'm all man" either. Just milling around the house with the hi fi in the background.
'I Still Haven't Found What I Am Looking For' I have climbed highest mountains I have run through the fields Only to be with you Only to be with you I have run I have crawled I have scaled these city walls These city walls Only to be with you But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for I have kissed honey lips Felt the healing in her fingertips It burned like fire This burning desire I have spoke with the tongue of angels I have held the hand of a devil It was warm in the night I was cold as a stone But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for I believe in the kingdom come Then all the colors will bleed into one Bleed into one But yes I'm still running You broke the bonds And you loosed the chains Carried the cross Of my shame Oh my shame You know I believe it But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for -U2
(*this is not what I am planning) You want me to deejay a wedding and play that goddamn chicken dance for your superiority complex? We dying out here. "I was feeling like a machine." -John Shaft
"Get it together and see what's happening" -Beastie Boys As of an hour ago I may be taking break from this to wait for the resources for a plan involving several themed mixtapes. Stay Tuned...
"Believe in the lie...of the big eyeball in the sky." -Colonel Claypool's Bucket of Bernie Brains
Oh boy, you are gonna wail and moan. You are gonna cry, cry, cry when you are dying as someone else.
Let me get this straight...you can take on someone else's personality and leave them in the dust and succeed? Ahem...
I hope your tropical smoothies were so good that you don't mind going to jail for them.
A home is your castle but a castle can be a prison. Unless you like doing everything alone.
Thank you for your patience over the weekend with no mixtapes to listen to.
From Putin to the douche bag at work. From brand loyalty today to gang mentality tomorrow. It's so fucking easy. So, try Dr. Walts elixir; it's right inside your mind. BTW I'm sorry I spelled elixir wrong but, shit the bed I'm not the president of The United States. Nor do I have aspirations to be. It's so fucking easy...
I am the beginning and end of what is chicken. To the deep rivers of teriyaki to the clouded mountains of enchiladas. As it was foreseen in the prophetic pages of the Kentucky Fried Chicken Book of the Dead. All praise the Jackel Baby. Stare into his eyes for infinite wisdom. Praise!
Are you addicted to sobriety? Does it make you feel above others? Everything is a drug. From your favorite sandwich to an immaculate house. Anything to give you peace. There is no peace until you are dead. From the billionaire to the hobo. From filling up the trunk of your BMW with craft beer and wine to living clean in a trailer park.
If anything will save you it will be young girls and tequila; and for the older ladies young men and tequila.
Go to college it will save you. Get married it will save you. Have a child it will save you. Get sober it will save you. Find God it will save you. Smoke marijuana it will save you. Drink beer, Social Media, Hobbies, Listen to me I will save you. Nothing can save you! It's not that the system has failed; it never worked right to begin with.
The first professional skateboarder lived at 864 Riverbridge Ln. in Steelhead, West Virginia. Born of Greek immigrants, Neil Theodokis was sponsored remotely by the Greek government in 1969 in hopes of seeing the sport of skateboarding in the Olympics. His father Stan Theodokis was a concrete worker and built an extensive series of 'skateboard tracks' on their three acre land. His mother always fear that Neil would get hurt but, the money from the Greeks kept pouring in for the Olympic hopeful. Skateboarding didn't become an Olympic sport until 2020. But, Neil lived a very comfortable lifestyle well into his 80s.
Now, you could use holistic medicine or contact a shaman for your ailments. Most of us go to a doctor and pharmacy when we feel ill. Have you ever thought about that medicine you take everyday especially medicine for mental illnesses? You need that medicine and it has side effects that can be harmful. If you are like me; you get edgy when you run low and sometimes irritable. You are addicted to it. Maybe not physically addicted but, mentally addicted. Your doctor and pharmacy are drug dealers for big pharmaceutical companies that have you hooked on there product. I am not saying stop taking your meds but, think about it. I for one have gained weight and have health issues related to legal pharmaceuticals. But, marijuana is up there with heroin in our government? Let's look at the big picture.
I have no description for this one really. I have a lot to do today so maybe no mixing tonight. Friday the transformer blew up and I had no electric until about 3am. I'm doing my best folks to bring you mixes as much as possible. Thank you for your support.
You can't smoke weed and say that you are sober. I mean in all honesty more power to you; but that's not what they say.
Being a parent doesn't make you elite or special. In fact it is pretty damn average. As far as I am concerned children are a waste of money and very inconvenient.
Did you see a sign outside my house that said, Free Internet? You know why you didn't see a sign? Because supplying free internet to Mike Hunter and his family is not my fucking business! (who the hell knows how they keep getting my password too)
He was executed for a crime he didn't commit... In America you are free but, no one wants to be. Maybe next time someone asks me what kind of music I listen to I'll tell them: Remember the movie Apocalypse Now? Do you remember the scene when they get to the bridge and go into the trenches. There's two soldiers listening to the radio and shooting grenades across the river. What they are listening to on the radio. "Who's in charge here?" "We thought you were."
These last two mixtapes don't really have me in a groove really. Something is a miss and unbalanced. Way too many mistakes for my liking.
I was going to try and put a funny description on here and usually it's a diary entry anyway. Also, with most people using cell phones you can't read this anyway. I was scrolling through social media and noticed a meme from a rich rapper that said, something about blessings. A blessing can be a new house or a fancy car. A blessing can be ten thousand dollars or a new lease on life. However, a blessing can be duck instead of chicken. A blessing can be finding a ten dollar bill. A blessing can even be a hug from your Mom. Catch my drift? You are not as cool as you think. You are also not as awesome as you think. You could come right down here with the rest of us at anytime.
You can only have duck on special occasions. However, you can eat chicken anytime you like.
I wonder if yesterday (being that it was 420) was the first time some people smoked pot or it was the first time in a long time that they smoked pot. Well if you did congratulations!
In sociology there are three types of people. There are conformists on one end who are happy to get a job, get married, watch TV and, have one beer because it's good for you. On the other end are the deviants. Who are criminals, pathological liars, stalkers and all around miscreants. In the middle we have the innovators. Who move in between. When I learned this I was instantly attracted to the term innovator. It seems like a utopian way of life. I can have a few beers and leave people be. During this pandemic and the chaos of our new lives I have noticed a change in norms. I also have noticed that more people are becoming deviants that were once conformists to deal with again the chaos of our world. Bad seems to be the new good. Deviants are good at changing conformists into deviants in times of strife. But, the knowledge of the innovators I have gained kept me from skipping that middle step. I feel innovators are good and don't seem to just jump on the boat and/or just sit back "with a cool Coors Light and watch Mork and Mindy on channel 67."
Acting positive is not taking positive action. It's acting. Saying things is not taking action, "Who are you?" "Who can it be now?" What happens when you know who they are? Nothing...nothing really changes. There's no magical revelation or manifestation of anything. Countless times with this pseudo power that always ends in negativity. We continue on with our lives after your dissection. Why do you have to know anyway? Are you afraid or want to prey on people like an animal. What is the point? Better yet what makes you so important that you have to know? In any of the matter you look pathetic to me. "In your head they're fighting" -Cranberries (Zombie)
They always said in the eighties that we would do better than our parents. This didn't seem to come out right. Now kids are preparing for the end of the world. Are you still getting over on people wearing expensive clothes?
Oh you can be bad but, no one else can. Oh you're 'good' now so everyone has to live by your standards. Oh you're 'bad' now so everyone has to live by your standards. I blame WuTang so I can't control myself. "Crazy about Elvis" -Tom Petty
'Armageddon Days Are Here (Again)' They're 5 miles high as the crow flies Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky Movin' in from the East toward the West With Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes! But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming Honey you've got another thing coming If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave Islam is rising The Christians mobilising The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war Drop your possessions, all you simple folk You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack You'll watch the ships out of harbour And the bodies come floating back If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A. Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart But God didn't build himself that throne God doesn't live in Israel or Rome God belong to the yankee dollar God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah God doesn't even go to church And God won't send us down to Allah to burn No, God will remind us what we already know That the human race is about to reap what it's sown The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds Armageddon days are here again. -The The (Mind Bomb)
I'm singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain, what a wonderful feeling. I'm singing in the rain.
"All you're ever gonna be is a great big fan of me." -Handsome Boy Modelling School
Haters=Fans
As with all public service announcements and suggestions this will fall on sophomoric and deaf ears.
Such a great bunch we got here...
'Life Is Shit' I ran into a friend of mine said was gonna take some words and make them rhyme I said you can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can only fool half the people half the time He "Yes I do believe this is true. Would you like to go sniff some glue? We'll fly to where the skys are blue and look for things both bright and true" And on a pretty Sunday morning a bunch of pretty Baptist girls linked ther pretty hands and sang: Life is shit, life is shit The world is shit, the world is shit and this is life as I know it. this is life as I know it. And in the sky I saw Richard Nixon smoking a lacey with Mr. Dickson He said "Son there's something I must say I do not believe I've found a better way" And then a vision came and it look a lot like Bob Crane. And Bob sang: And when my friend and I were done we went to rest upon the sun 'cause life takes from us the things, we love and robs us of the special ones and puts them where where we can't climb and we only miss them all the time And we sing: And when my friend and I were done we went to rest upon the sun 'cause life takes from us the things, we love and robs us of the special ones and puts them where where we can't climb and we only miss them all the time And we sing: -The Dead Milkmen
'Movin' On Up' Well we're movin' on up To the east side To a deluxe apartment in the sky Movin' on up To the east side We finally got a piece of the pie Fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill Took a whole lotta tryin' Just to get up that hill Now we're up in the big leagues Gettin' our turn at bat As long as we live, it's you and me baby There ain't nothin' wrong with that Well we're movin' on up To the east side To a deluxe apartment in the sky Movin' on up To the east side We finally got a piece of the pie -Ja'Net DuBois
'Altered States' Fear in my subconscious Terror invades my speech Faith in my own words No one knows the nameless Warm winds and burning tears Spirits outside bodies Endless repression by majority A master without command Strange new dimension disturbing my brain Censored ideas, counterfeit answers Shining blast, no perception Altered state, no reaction Shining blast Altered state Slow talk, fast thoughts Ancient scriptures Controversial lines Knowledge changes Running in the wrong direction Crossing with blind eyes I'm closer to myself Sanity can't invade -Sepultura
I'm gonna fuck up everyone's lives and then move to a different country so I don't have to pay the price for my damages.
Karen and Kevin thought bravery and being cavalier were attributes; until they took Flight 619 out of Milwaukee!!! Covid Flight! We dare you to listen!
In regards to taking Delta 8 THC, then drinking and, then Delta 10 THC. It reminded me of when I was given a pill in the nineties and I was told it was mescaline. I could drink tons of alcohol and not get tired or worn out. I was up until all hours of the night last night on these drugs which you can have mailed to your home. If you want to party that combination is a pretty surefire. Me? I would have rather been in bed at a decent hour. I had become comfortably dumb...
It has to be perfect for me to suck your dick. That's what you want right? I'm uploading this early for maintenance purposes. Oh, do you still want me to suck your dick and do everything for YOU? And anyways your pussy too. Get over yourself. Pathetic...
Delta 9: The Terrible Drug I have been experimenting on myself with drugs that I can have sent to my house. The first of this was a Delta 10 THC concoction made in some lab; see ‘Research Drugs’ by Viagra Boys. This did me fine and then it was discontinued after I did a candid review of it. So, I ordered some other Delta CBD THC items from the website. They seem very legitimate and even follow up on customer service requests. However, I ordered ‘flower’ of a Delta 9 THC and received gummie edibles. I ate one. Time went by and I did my daily routine. I even said, the cliché; these edibles ain’t shit. I was wrong. This Delta 9 THC gummie sent me to a world of either go to bed or watch TV for six hours. If I wanted a quaalude I would time travel to the 1970s. This Delta 9 drug was terrible. I paced around the living room listening to the ‘prop’ plane that passes by my house for hours trying to get my brother on the telephone to bring me down. His texts were abrasive and he obviously didn’t want me to talk to him. Back to the ‘prop’ plane; was this a suicide pilot? Was it a woman scorned by me? Was it a psychopath? I was questioning if they wanted to crash the plane into my house to kill me. That would be a hell of way to go; ‘I’ll make you famous.’ I mean the plane comes around so much I often think it is ATF. Well, send out the S.W.A.T. Team for some CBD and a spent marijuana pipe. On a positive side, however, my back pain has been almost nil all the next day. Over all the Delta 9 THC is a sickening drug for people who are unproductive slugs. More to come in my isolation and experiments with Delta CBD. Love, Plastic Surgery Jabba The Hutt (The Real Nino Brown)
'Hey Jealousy' Well, tell me do you think it'd be all right If I could just crash here tonight? You can see I'm in no shape for driving And anyway, I've got no place to go And you know it might not be that bad You were the best I'd ever had If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago I might not be alone Tomorrow we can drive around this town And let the cops chase us around The past is gone, but something might be found To take its place Hey jealousy Hey jealousy Hey jealousy Hey jealousy And you can trust me not to think And not to sleep around And if you don't expect too much from me You might not be let down 'Cause all I really want is to be with you Feeling like I matter too If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago I might be here with you Tomorrow we can drive around this town And let the cops chase us around The past is gone, but something might be found To take its place Hey jealousy Tomorrow we can drive around this town And let the cops chase us around The past is gone, but something might be found To take its place Hey jealousy Hey jealousy Hey jealousy Hey jealousy Well, tell me, do you think it'd be all right If I could just crash here tonight? You can see I'm in no shape for driving And anyway, I've got no place to go And you know it might not be that bad You were the best I'd ever had If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago I might not be alone Tomorrow we can drive around this town And let the cops chase us around The past is gone, but something might be found To take its place Hey jealousy Hey jealousy She took my heart Well, there's only one thing I couldn't start -Gin Blossoms Hay is for horses...
Sorry I haven't been on here. I had some sabotage and even the police got involved. "You don't know me." -T.I.
This goes out to Katie from Harmon's Pub who ran the EBay store and the Puerto Rican girls from the blues festival.
All world leaders are psychopaths. If they don't get what they want they through a tantrum.
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'Hang on St. Christopher' Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil Buckle down the rumble seat and let the radiator boil Got an overhead downshift and a two-dollar grill Got an eighty-five cabin on an eighty-five hill Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side Open it up tonight the devil can ride Hang on St. Christopher with a barrelhouse dog Kick me up Mount Baldy, throw me out in the fog Tear a hole in the jackpot, drive a stake through his heart Do a hundred on the grapevine, do a jump on the start Hang on St. Christopher now don't let me go Get me to Reno and bring it in low, yeah Hang on St. Christopher with the hammer to the floor Put a highball in the crank case, nail a crow to the door Get a bottle for the jockey gimme a two-ninety-four There's a seven-fifty Norton bustin' down January's door Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side Open it up tonight the devil can ride Hang on St. Christopher now don't let me go Get me to Reno got to bring it in low Put my baby on the flat car, got to burn down the caboose Get 'em all jacked up on whiskey, then we'll turn the mad dog loose Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side Open it up tonight the devil can ride, oh, yeah Oh, yeah -Tom Waits
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Look at this preposterous situation; can we even call it a conundrum in an intelligent manner? A grown-ass man has fallen in love with a cartoon character. He constantly calls out folks on being in a TV/Movie fantasy world and says he’s real all the time. What do you think he should do? Should he join the TV/Movie fantasy world and watch nothing but Cool World, Who Framed Roger Rabbit and Blaxploitation films; hoping to have the Blonde Godz manifest this love into his life? He knows damn well that every time he tries to have something manifested in his life it ends in stupidity and tragedy only making him revert to anger and frustration. Albeit, should he continue to sit in his tomb of a house in filth and desperation? The real answer is to ignore this fleeting idiocy and just leave him to rot. He has no patience and is an asshole most of the time. Let him rot in his nonconformity, he only thinks it and what he thinks is usually wrong, and we are right. How could we be wrong?! “Wow what a loser…” -Beastie Boys ( Hey Fuck You, To The Five Boroughs).
"Devil dead, hallelujah, devil dead. Tricky trick trick trick." -Lee 'Scratch' Perry (RIP)
The Alcohol and Delta 10 Project: Over the last couple of weeks, I have been using CBD Delta 10 and mixing it with beer and the occasional shot. As a disclaimer I have some grit left in me and recommend if reading this you must also. This first time I tried the Delta 10, used it by itself. In doing so I felt a tremendous high at noon on a Saturday. This may be because, I used it in particular manner. Since then, I have been using it in a circumstantial normal method mixed with alcohol. The use has cut down on my drinking consumption. When using the substance, I feel more relaxed and my ‘head’ is calmer also. Also, the use reduces my back and knee pain. Not that I would prefer the ‘real deal’ but, for those old heads that drink and miss the old times; I highly recommend using this product. The thing that mostly concerns me is that the use will be set upon the stupid and this will be outlawed. However, in this experience, it is great to have it mailed to my house without any hassle or human contact. Some folks say this creation is like the ‘spice’ of the early 2000s and is made in a lab. I feel no adverse effects to this particular thing; the occasional coughing fit is the only effect but, I had that when I had actual marijuana. Now as I said you must have some grit and this combination of CBD and alcohol should not be given to ‘bubblegumers’ or other noobs. In my other studies of legal ‘drugs’ this is the best for my lifestyle and I feel great right now writing this diatribe. “If you are drinking don’t drive and if you drink don’t don’t drive.” -Beastie Boys Stay safe and smart out there, Dj Lipton
I am an American but, I don't hate all music yet. I am a DJ but, I don't hate all music yet. I sell records but, I don't hate all music yet.
I like punk rock music but, I don't want to join the club. I like hip-hop music but, I don't want to join the club. I like funk music but, I don't want to join the club. Etc.. I just don't want to join the club. I don't want to be narrowed down.
We sing happy birthday on your birthday because, everything and everyone wants to kill you. So have a happy birthday because, someone or something on this planet hasn't killed you yet.
The Three Laws of Robotics according to Isaac Asimov are as follows: 1. A robot may not injure a human being or through inaction allow a human being to come to harm. 2. A robot must obey all orders given it by a human being except when such orders would conflict with the First Law. 3. A robot must protect it's own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. So, in turn if I am smoking cigarettes and excessively drinking the robot must kill me because, I am bringing myself harm through it's inaction. Even if I order it not to the robot must kill me because, the use of the Second Law on my part is conflicting with the First Law.
'I Wanna Be Sedated'
Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated One-two-three-four, cretins want to hop some more D-U-M-B Everyone's accusing me Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go I wanna be sedated Nothing to do, nowhere to go home I wanna be sedated Just, get me to the airport, put me on a plane Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh Twenty-twenty, twenty-four hours to go I wanna be sedated Nothing to do, nowhere to go home I wanna be sedated Just put me in a wheelchair, get me on a plane Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh Hey, oh, let's go Hey, oh, let's go Hey, oh, let's go Hey, oh, let's go Hey, oh, let's go Hey, oh, let's go Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go I wanna be sedated Nothing to do, nowhere to go home I wanna be sedated Just put me in a wheelchair and get me to the show Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go loco I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh She's a punk, a punk rocker I wanna be sedated Just put me in a wheelchair, get me on a plane Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh D-U-M-B D-U-M-B Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go loco I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh One-two-three-four, cretins want to hop some more One-two-three-four, cretins want to hop some more Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Hey, oh, let's go, bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Hey, oh, let's go, bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Hey, oh, let's go, bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Hey, oh, let's go, bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Hey, oh, let's go, bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Hey, oh, let's go, bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated, hey, oh, let's go Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated, hey, oh, let's go Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated, hey, oh, let's go Bam-bam-baba, babam-ba-baba, I wanna be sedated -Ramones
"A mixtape is supposed to take you on a journey." -Jim Donovan (Voice of the Cleveland Browns)
Tonight on Action News 19 an investigative report by Connie Dieken on whether Dj Lipton should be djing for the public? Is he insane? Is this a cult? Or something much worse?! She will delve into the oddity that this man is; who has erratic sleep behaviors and other behaviors that not only have the community at unrest but, his family as well. Tonight on Action News 19!
6:66 cannot be a time because there are only sixty minutes in an hour and sixty seconds in a minute. My old microwave would put 6:66 on the clock for cooking mac and cheese the new microwave calculates it to 7:06. So is 706 the actual number of the beast?
Some of you may remember Burrito Goat and his satanic adventures in Southwestern Cuisine. This time Burrito Goat is in space transcending time and the cosmos.
The other day I was shoveling snow and I had headphones on. I couldn't find the right music for doing that chore. I tried arena style electronic music and then went to heavy metal. Neither of those genres did the trick. Then I put on a mixtape of old school hip-hop music and then shoveling became much easier.
'Civilized' I'm sitting in my room in your prison doin' time bars on my windows 'cause you got so good at crime standing on the corner with nothing in your head shirt on your back and a gun in your pants thinking you're the man but you're only a stand in standing in line to be the next bad guy I see what you do when you use what you got but what do you do when you do what you want
you're so civilized, you get brutalized you're so civilized, man: I watch you get hurt down
getting your mind off some guy's record he makes his money off fools like you singing about killing like it ain't no thing but you do the time when you live it for real paying his way from your death row cell you're the last 1 to see, you got sold out I hear you say you hate pigs so much then why the hell do you act like 1
I wonder what you're like without the gun I'd like to see when you're not hiding behind the gun how you've lived your life without the gun 'cause I know how I lived mine because you got one, yeah, 'cause that's what it is you hide behind your gun you take life, you're just another pig to me you think you're different but you're just another pig yeah, a pig, yeah you gotta have a gun then you're just another pig to me you think you're different but you're just another pig you gotta have a gun, you'rea pig to me, just a pig to me you gotta have a gun, you're just another pig to me you got a gun, you're just another pig
a gun in your hand makes a fool out of you, oh yeah a gun in your hand makes a target out of me, oh no freedom, you ain't no freedom, you want your freedom, your freedom is killing you man, freedom you can't handle your freedom, hey and now you're dying for it. -Rollins Band
Eat a bowl of dick. Get fucked. Why do blue collar people pride themselves in being pieces of shit?
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Master sees everything. I shouldn't have done this. Master will punish me. "Let's play master and servant." -Depeche Mode
A man had better ne'er been born Than have his nails on a Sunday shorn Cut them on Monday , cut them for health Cut them on Tuesday, cut them for wealth Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for news Cut them on Thursday, for a new pair of shoes Cut them on Friday, cut them for sorrow Cut them on Saturday, sweetheart tomorrow (The Book of Forbidden Knowledge: Black Magic, Superstition, Charms and, Divination, Johnson Smith and Company, 1910.)
Drakkar Blanc. Drakkar Blanc is a lesser dragon from the 2nd level of Hell. Drakkar Blanc Pros: looks mean, tells it how it is, can drink with the best of them, smells like Bay Rum after shave, good with dogs. Drakkar Blanc Cons: woose, wings too small to fly, beer gut, always wants weed for free, sleeps a lot, not good with children, women hate him because of a curse, refuses to shower. "What hot skillet mama's in town?!" -Yukotan(sp)
Kelparoo Kelparoo Pros: plenty, plenty of kelpajoeys if you are into that sort of thing, good birthin' hips like your friends in high school used to say, four arms with boxing gloves, pouch to hide your weed in. Cons: can't box underwater where it lives and usual gets arrested for doing so, has been an alcoholic since 2050 B.C., countless OVIs with kids in the car, only one eye so you are out of luck with ESP ability, loud.
Walvus: He's a descendant of an ancient walrus God. ( yes I watched part of the new Suicide Squad) Walvus Pros: can read minds and the future. Walvus Cons: not very bright and will leave sardine cans all over, which, he constantly consumes.
In Japanese folklore the Baku is the eater of nightmares. The Baku can only do this sparingly because, if it is done too much you will be empty and live an empty life.
Sitting on the back porch of a bungalow on a mild spring day regaling tales of Sardinia smoking Maltese Tobacco.
'Hang The DJ'
Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again? The Leeds side-streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Grasmere But honey pie, you're not safe here So you run down to the safety of the town But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle Dublin, Dundee, Humberside I wonder to myself Burn down the disco Hang the blessed DJ Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life Hang the blessed DJ Because the music they constantly play On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down Provincial towns you jog 'round Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ -The Smiths
'Gold Chains' People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the T.B. Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whipflash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together Into some kind of scene I shook my spice last Sunday Like a broken machine I got 50-foot woofers And I'm lonesome tonight I put my hands in the air Like a hazard light I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains Stealin' my water from an empty well I got birds of life and a chain gang bell Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road I got debutantes with the elephant's gold Feast and famines all holding their hands Filling in the blanks with swollen glands Draggin' my heels down the vericose veins Paradise landlords swingin' their chains I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the T.B. Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whipflash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together Into some kind of scene I shook my spice last Sunday Like a broken machine I got 50-foot woofers And I'm lonesome tonight I put my hands in the air Like a hazard light I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains -Beck
If I am going to pay to see a psychic to tell me my future. I'm gonna need tarot cards at least. Throwing runes would be better. You can't just have some red candles around and stare at me. You are going to need some symbols around that I haven't seen before. You are going to need a crystal ball and that shit better have some faces in it or at least some smokey shit. You better have proper garb too. A turban with a crystal or a long bandana thing. You better wear some robes too. Seriously, you gotta do it up. I need salamanders crawling all over the table and a fucking frog or toad better come out of your mouth when you are done. Seriously, I can get my mind read by some motherfucker or whatever who has met a lot of people and they are probably going to be wrong. Ample parking would be nice too. Otherwise you are getting a bad Google review with your bullshit.
Tearz
After laughter, comes tears Yo check yo yo, check the script Me and the gods get it ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast We was laughing, at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had begin to discuss (Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha! Not knowin', exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner "Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!" Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag In his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave. Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones who have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, I was laughin' all the time I taught him, all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words After laughter, comes tears Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the morning, something gots to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex He seemed to ignore, I said be for real She's not even worth it, to go raw deal A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power you Twenty minutes went by, my man went out, without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am, airin' you Hey yo, he came out laughing with glory I'm surprised, he's still livin', to tell his story But he carried on, with the same old stuff with Stephanie, like a whammy, he pressed his luck Both tried to be down with O.P.P. Ain't nothin' wrong but he got caught with the H.I.V. now No life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears After laughter, comes tears After laughter, comes tears -WuTang Clan
Look how much fun I am having! "...and the devil's your only friend." -Beck "I found my friends inside my head." -Nirvana
Take Horseface Ethel as you bride. Take her away from her son who collects trash bags. Go in your tiny house across the country and join her cult! Ah, Love... That's Amore!
I saw Fibber Jim down at the BMV. He was lifting weights; looking uptight. He might wanna fight. Funny how he always knows where I am. It's like he's a fan. All balls, no cock.
Due to priorities and time constraints; I find it hard to watch an entire television show.
Here's how to make a bomb using Drano and tinfoil. Put an few pieces of rolled up tinfoil in an empty two liter bottle. Pour in liquid Drano. Close the bottle tightly and run. You will blow your fingers off or worse and you will go prison if you do this.
Smore Gas Bored I spelled unnamed wrong so I apologize, however, I am not going back and fixing the artwork. I just don't have the time.
They won't tell. They'll keep asking you. Until someone dies and then it's crocodile tears.
That old drunk? Yep, that old drunk. What do you want everyone to be Mary Poppins except you?! "A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down."
Almost all of the people I know that took the whiskey route in their lives have stopped drinking and why are white Christians always shooting, both literally and metaphorically.
This mixtape makes you want to have lots of money and tell everyone about it so you can have friends.
El Chapo has a tunnel into my house wherein the evening during the mixtape he cooks beef stew or popcorn, messes with the thermostat and, sprays old lady perfume in my bedroom. That wily and mischievous El Chapo. Hardy har har har.
"perfect hatred...their art." -Charles Bukowski
'Rabies (Baby's Got The)'
You've been bit by the bitch Complaining all the time Passion's flame burns your brain Self induced insanity
Baby's got rabies Baby's got the rabies
You can't hide She's outside Wait and watch The telltale signs
Use your brains Some hurting Dirty mouth betrays an ugly mind
Baby's got rabies Baby's got the rabies -Six Finger Satellite
Dinosaur Penis Wars!!! I got Ichthiosaur! I got Dimetrodon! Let's battle!!! Dinosaur Penis Wars!!! Collect them all!!! Dinosaur Penis Wars!!! by Ronco
"Don'tcha wanna hang out with the Bleach Boyz baby in a world were midgets run for mayor?" -Dead Milkmen
Late night upload. Cleaning the hard drive. It's there. It's funky. Not a fan of whiskey. Most of the people I've known when they get into whiskey they stop drinking. Lie to them.
If you are diagnosed mentally ill and prescribed medication. You will always have to go to doctor, for the rest of your life. There is no cure for mental illness. You will pay them and have to take medicine your whole life. It is endless. You can give up but, the fear of the mental illness will send you back or you can die. If you are in this system my only recommendation is to keep fighting them. It is also, in my eyes, a-okay to lie to them.
I might be pathetic in my stupid crusade of whatever this is. However, do you know what is pathetic? The unnatural society we live in. This constant control of everything we say and do. Even our desires are controlled by unnatural elements and people. The United States may seem very free as far as laws go and the way things seem to be handled. Albeit, we are forced to fight for those freedoms everyday and if you don't battle you are left to die both metaphorically and literally. I know freedom isn't free but, do I have to go into combat everyday for things that should just be? I mean just be. It shouldn't be this way...America is unnatural, perverse in it's control and, pathetic. I don't even want to be human anymore.
Travis Barker got a new tattoo honoring Kourtney Kardashian. Tic-Tok star murdered his wife and her lover. Who the fuck cares?! I haven't kissed a woman in five years. I'm supposed to be this nice person and be positive? Your world is pathetic. Oh, and now some fake ass record label like Ramen Records or Wasp Records will give this a 'heart.' Fuck that and fuck this and that thing too.
It will come from the hollow earth through the thermal vents near the coast of Malta in the Mediterranean Sea in the year 2025.
'G Thang'
One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up (Cause you know we're bout to rip shit up) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uhh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than real deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and like that and like this and uh Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin, and I'm creepin' But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo' With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this The niggas who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens It's the capital S., oh yes I'm fresh, N.double-O.P. D.O. double-G.Y., D.O. double-G., ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of compton) It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention Mobbin' like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better" Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this And who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode -Dr Dre Ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg
In the year 2022 everyone will be a hustler. The police will even have chip readers with them to have you pay for random traffic violations instead of giving you a ticket.
Rapper Nasir Jones rapped the line, "I don't sleep because, sleep is the cousin of death." I disagree, with my life the way it is; my dreams in my sleep are usually better than my real life. For example: The other night in my dreams, I went to a Mexican restaurant with a woman and ordered enchiladas. Before the food came I had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was in the kitchen. In the kitchen a bunch of super heroes that I made up in my head, were fighting as super heroes do. A large metal man and something else were fighting in the bathroom and smashed my arm between the urinal and the stall divider. I said to myself, fuck, what do I do now? I then said to myself, oh yeah I can bend space and time. So, I freed myself and went back to my date. By the time I got bath to the booth I was a dreadlocked black man. When I sat down my eyes turned red with flames in them and the booth opened a portal to hell. Where in I traveled up and down through the layers of hell. Also, I was fighting devils and demons by bending space and time as a dreadlocked demon/god. So discuss among yourselves whether sleeping in or working is the cousin of death. Oh, yeah I don't get paid for this but, it is work.
Follow Dj Lipton on a damn fool crusade into the music of the jazz funk of the Crusaders.
'Birthday Boy'
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear birthday boy, Happy birthday to you...
Bulging eyes abound about The birthday boy today; Screaming, "Creaming eyes!" Screamed he, His mother looked away. "Creaming eyes explode upon An apple pirate toad And if an injun ate a plate I'd laugh and live abode."
Nervousness itself was shifting Guests against the door, "Forgive us dear, but, uh, baking beer Is what we should be near." "Bye," the bothered birthday boy said, "Bye," the bothered birthday boy said, "Bye or sell or bye, Bye or sell or bye."
"Happy, happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, hee hee..." -The Residents
Keys To The House Once along time ago in a galaxy in the near future past; there was a dirty old otter. He played around by the river catching minnows, drinking beer and, doing a few shots. His den was filthy but, the funk flowed out every night. One day he was messing around with some koi fish and a hobo spider drove up in his brand-new Acura Legend. The spider got out and said, timidly, can you float me on your back to the other side of the river? The otter said, hell no, you are a deadly hobo spider and if you got all that money, you can certainly find another way. Step off. The spider said I have two hundred bucks. Will you take me now? The otter said, okay if you don’t bite me. The spider got on the otter’s back and they swam towards the other shore. Just about when they were to reach the other side the otter flipped over and the spider fell into the water and began to sink. The spider yelled; hey why did you do that? As he started sinking to the bottom. The otter replied, do you think I am an idiot?! Feel free to replace the otter with another crazy critter and the spider with a venomous jerk off in your extrapolation of this story. Maybe you know some people that might match this story. Thanks Rodney.
I talk to my mother almost everyday. All she does is bitch. She bitches about other people especially the people at church.It doesn't sound like I want to go to church. It also seems that God isn't doing anyone any good.
An awful lot of people need brought down a few pegs. Their cavalier attitude towards daily life is to the point of inhumane. Superiority complexes abound with no ground or reason. People who do nothing that anyone else does; yet still seem to think they are important. Society has created monsters out of average people. The masses believe they are something when in fact they are just destroying lives. A nation of the overblown inept. The lasting effects of the Trump presidency have sent intelligence to the grave and, this is just perpetuated by the current administration. We need a metaphorical Godzilla worse than Covid 19. Something to affect these people and make it lasting; lasting for the rest of their lives. A big fear upon the landscape, that is not political or religious.
I guess it's time to die. No matter how you look at it. If you want to help keep things going here like keeping the lights on and such please donate to my Patreon page which has a link on my profile on here.
You could sell your soul to the devil, you could come out of the closet, you can go to church or the mosque, you could smoke weed all day, you could get drunk, you could fuck a million chicks and/or dudes, you could make a million dollars, you could work your fingers to to the bone, you could paint, you could listen to this mixtape but, you will never find peace until you are dead. Rest in peace!
It is of my experience that Christians are the best liars. They have no compassion for other religions and sometimes for each other. They have no integrity and use the name of Jesus Christ to explain away their terrible behavior. They use the name of Jesus to act like heathens and claim no one is perfect in order to act like assholes because, they have the excuse of Christ dying on the cross for their sins. It seems as though they don't even try to live by any of the teachings of the bible. They seem to be the most evil humans on the planet in disguises of holiness. I guess Jesus will save you from your ways but, you had better have faith because, the way I see it you are headed for hell in your unconscious false pride and complete lack fear of God, We'll see won't we?
Class System
Yes, I got it all Prestige, class, fortune Good help is so hard to find Except my tennis pro ('cause my husband doesn't know) They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there I give too many charities It's just a tax write off They breed, just like rats it seems Why don't they get a job They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there I mean really it's so simple for them We're the one who's paying the rent And their food and all the taxes And my God what more do they want Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money It makes the world go round They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there They're all trapped in the system Unbeknownst to them They're trapped with no glass Hello there I was bred to be special And you're not one of us So don't try to fit in We'll just laugh you away I get melancholy sometimes My shrink says, "I'm repressed" I'm just like my mother, I guess Same class, wealth, bland husband -Handsome Boy Modeling School
No matter whatever or whoever tells you. Dad vibes is smoking a cigar you had for months in humidor you bought during the lock-down of 2020 and listening to this particular mixtape.
'Take It To The Limit' … All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking 'bout a woman who might have Loved me and I never knew You know I've always been a dreamer (Spent my life running 'round) And it's so hard to change (Can't seem to settle down) But the dreams I've seen lately Keep on turning out and burning out And turning out the same … So put me on a highway And show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time … You can spend all your time making money You can spend all your love making time If it all fell to pieces tomorrow Would you still be mine? … And when you're looking for your freedom (Nobody seems to care) And you can't find the door (Can't find it anywhere) When there's nothing to believe in Still you're coming back, you're running back, You're coming back for more … So put me on a highway And show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time … Take it to the limit Take it to the limit Take it to the limit one more time -The Eagles
A duck walks into a dimly lit bar in the Miami arts district. He plops his feathered duck butt on a stool and asks the bartender...do you have any grapes? The bartender says, liquor, beer, wine, no grapes. About a week later the same duck walks into the same bar and plops down again and asks, got any grapes? The bartender responds, weren't you in here last week? I said to you, liquor beer wine and again no grapes! The duck leaves with smirk on his face. About two weeks pass and the duck plops down again on the same stool and asks, got any grapes? The bartender says, hey man, I told you before. Liquor, beer,wine and no grapes and if you ask me again I'll tape your bill shut. The duck responds, got any tape?
If you are born a Christian you are limited in your experiences from everyone else. You can't go to concerts, parties, etc... The lifestyle of your peers alien to you. When you are finally set out on your own; your sheltered upbringing makes you a victim of the people you want to hang with and be down with. You end up a loser because you did what you were told. You are born, you are still born. Born Dead.
If the presidents are Christian why don't we see them in church every Sunday? Why? Because America is dead and bad. "God is empty just like me." -Smashing Pumpkins
Take the red pill and join me. Take the blue pill and join your mother in death. You do not hear my words. But, you must choose. Come boy choose.
Hello Wilber Let us set aside the Eohippus or Dawn Horse from Eocene Epoch that stood about two feet high from about 33.9 million years ago. (Britannica, 2014) We all know life on Earth was created from the primordial ooze by extraterrestrials. I even wonder if I should forgo the zebra. Also, we will ignore the recent horse ‘dewormer’ used for Covid 19 and the horses used in the whipping of the Hattian immigrants. Let’s talk about horses whose feet are made from the glue that holds the fabric of our society together. In or around 1700-1550 B.C. the horse was introduced to Egypt. (University College London, 2003). Again, we all know extraterrestrials had a hand in the building of the pyramids of Giza. Not to mention almost all of the structures of that era’s structures throughout the world. Which we will get to. As I mentioned the horse was introduced to Egypt which was a genetically enhanced hybrid of the African zebra. Using extraterrestrial technology including ancient nano technology within the horse’s brain. Why do you think there is a history of two talking horses on television?! So, in turn the horse has been with us for thousands of years and influential in the building of society. Hundreds of years later the Pope with his infinite power at the time gave half of the world to Portugal and half to Spain. Therein the exploration of the rest of the world beginning with Christopher Columbus. Wherein the introduction of horses to the Americas as an invasive species. All the while talking to the what would become the Illuminati of modern times. As time passed and technology got better the horses became seers of the said Illuminati. They had a say in all world decisions and even had Hitler become a failed artist. Now as I said, the horses were introduced to Egypt during the building of the pyramids. So along with the Giza structures extraterrestrials had a hand in the building of all ancient society’s architecture which includes the Mayan pyramids and Native North American structures at the same time. Before the year 2012 we as modern humans were concerned about the end of the world according to the Mayan calendar. Such prophecies included that when the ‘end’ came animals would begin to speak. As I said, horses have always spoke why do you think Mexico is a Spanish speaking country and the Native Americans felt the horse was a blessed animal?! Horses are now godlike beings on our planet. Not only giving us glue for our children at school from their own hooves but, also as a common man can you name anyone who is not wealthy that owns horses? Yes, all animals can talk and have been able to since the end of the world. Why do I say since the end of the world? Rome wasn’t built in a day (Trad.). The animals choose not to speak to us we have betrayed them countless times. However, some day off from the rat race go out and experience nature or even ask your pet to talk to you. The animals will respond in a surprising way. They understand and would like to speak to you. You are just not worthy of their voice.
The sewing circle is looking at your bank account right now! Why? They won't tell you. I'm pretty sure it has to do with their desire for you to be perfect when they are not. They work as if no one else does.
Feed off the dead and it will make you dead. The dead live off my past. Feed the dead the past.
If you have it turned up too loud; you're too old and, it's not a nice day for a white wedding.
The giant aquatic centipede is actually a giant millipede that lives in the deeps of large North American Lakes. When marinated and seasoned they make a great kabob for family gatherings. Not unlike a lobster cooking them alive makes for a better flavor and to preserve freshness of the succulent meat in the sides of the millipede. Careful not to eat the legs when serving the insect the legs are highly hallucinogenic one could 'trip' for days on end. Enjoy!
I'm trying real hard to bring the funk back and bring it in fresh, but time is not on my side right now. So...meanwhile...
Every move you make he'll being watching you like the Police song. Yes, even after all these years. Wow, what a loser!
Get your slonk in motion and get to the slonk. The slonk will make you move. Get the girls and get them slonkin'. Ah yeah we be slonkin'. Slonk it to the left, slonk it to the right. Slonk slonk slonk all night to the break of light! Slonkin'!!!
Why should I be worried that it's 12:30am on a Friday night? Because everything is evil...
If you study or practice phrenology don't talk to me. If you are amused by phrenology then let's be friends. "I don't like that sweet meat." "Busta Roma"
Banana Bread Beer Beer Bread 12oz Can of Banana Bread Beer by Eagle Brewing 3/4 Cup of Sugar 2 1/2 Cups of Self Rising Flour A Mixing Bowl A Bread Pan Preheat the oven to 375 Degrees Pour the self rising flour into the mixing bowl. Pour the sugar in there too. Take a swig of the Banana Bread Beer and pour the rest into the mixing bowl. Stir with a fork until raw...I mean smooth the ladies like it smooth Pour contents into bread pan Place in preheated oven for forty minutes to freedom Take it out of the oven with oven mitts and I shouldn't have to tell you that retard. Let cool for fifteen or twenty minutes Enjoy with butter, peanut butter or, both. Get busy!
On Monday while talking to my Mom I smelled dryer sheets. I didn't do laundry until Tuesday and I don't use dryer sheets. She suggested that I open the windows. I turned of the air conditioner and opened the windows; it was cool that day anyway. During the end of our conversation I smelled gasoline. I looked in the garage and found nothing. The gas smell was only in the living room. After we got off the phone a few hours later I smelled fried chicken and the nearest Kentucky Fried Chicken is four or five blocks away. Odoriferous Hallucinations...
A portal shatters the sky and strange objects stream from the orifice. Some say extra-terrestrial crafts and beings. Others who are aware know that this is an invasion of demons from another dimension. We are lambs for the slaughter; vessels for their bidding.
You might as well do your best to leave your mark here. This virus is not going anywhere.
You are very important and everything, your ego is awesome. However, other people are important also. Actually, you're not that important, you have just been coddled for so long regarding your low self esteem; that you now live in a fantasy world. But, I digress...so if you are going to rack 'em up and suck 'em down; save the fruit until the afternoon.
Come work at the t-shirt factory. You'll not only work here you'll be subject to hillbilly experiments by idiots who think they are gods. But, in turn are stalkers and possible rapists. I'm looking at you No Teeth Gary.
Dollars and no sense of self. You think you are presidential but, that is only thought. In reality you are an uppity bitch and not very smart.
The Rover The year 2034 A.D. A woman leaves her window open after cleaning the house. She leaves for work and her dog jumps out of the first-floor window and into the street. Soon the local dog warden picks him up and takes him to the pound. When the woman comes home later that evening, she finds her pup gone. She immediately calls the pound out of intuition. The attendant at the dog warden’s office says she can pick him up in the morning. Late that night an evil scientist and his cult priestess kidnap the dog and perform a strange experiment on him. Transplanting his brain with the brain of a six-star general. They hope to start the Seventh Reich involving wolves from Hitler’s mescaline fueled writings. The woman goes to the dog warden the next day and they tell her there was a break in and she’ll have to contact the local police about her hound. She, loving the dog more than anything, goes straight to the police department and tells the tale of the abduction. She is scoffed at and told it’s just a dog. A young beat cop hears her tale and tells her he’ll help her out the best he can. This leads to nothing. The young officer is downtrodden and finds the woman buying a gun to hunt down the abductors. The cop tells her this is not the answer and vows to find her dog. The woman discourages gets advice to hire a pimp/assassin an acquaintance recommends. Soon the young cop, the pimp/assassin and, the woman are on a journey to find the abductors and the lost canine. Only ending up in eastern Montana finding a ceremony involving wolves and Nazis. The fight for everyone’s freedom begins.
I know you can't talk to me. He turns his head and I say, it's the rules of the animals.
In their car or SUV. Always missing me. In the grocery or post office. It's like I got lice. It ain't nice. Just trying to make it like Spice One. No I don't carry a gun. Et cetera, so it don't matter. Makes me sadder than a bum or hobo. It's always no and I got to go.
Today is the day. The most important American holiday religion and race aside. The day we separated from the rest of the world and became an independent nation. However, I don't feel free. I feel oppressed, alone and, even left for dead. So, all you proud Americans, you patriots, freedom fighters, brave souls. Today you have to show me why I should love America, why I should be a proud American. I don't think you will, can or even care to.
God kills and Jesus died... Nothing like a big plate of beans after drinking beer all night.
That Damn Jello 1 parts Beefeater Gin Juice of half a lime 2 Parts Old Orchard kiwi, strawberry, apple juice cocktail Serve with ice in an American style pint glass
I'm dead, are you happy? Have a parade and a fireworks display. You never have to worry again. Say it three times.
The courting. The honeymoon, The marriage. The Cheat. The Divorce, Back to you. "...and you go and spoil everything."
They thought I forgot because it had been years ago. But, Doug Newburgh and Ted Stanford reminded me.
If you were sailing on the ocean right now and you saw an albatross; legend has it that you're journey will be filled with strife.
Septahedron (ode to a Metallica song I heard on terrestrial radio while cooking chicken wings)
Strange shape I have become A septahedron, alien voices protrude from all my sides at the same time They assure my sanity telling beyond to horizon Birth of a new amphibian man We belong to her, we belong to the doctor There are bolts inside of me to the fall of the sun
Original background art by Jeff Jordan. Ghoul writer artist unknown.
Wouldn't it be nice if you weren't killing me? Wouldn't it be nice if I weren't already dead? Does Sharon turn into a bear? Is Sharon protected by the bear? Is Sharon being attacked by the bear? Don't find out here!
I just ordered food to be delivered for the first time in over a year. I haven't eaten out, gone to bar and/or had any outside food besides my own cooking or my Mom's since last March. Please don't contaminate.
Tomorrow is the Juneteenth sales event at Toyota! Get great deals on all of our vehicles!
The Super Juneteenth Sale at Walmart! Stock up for all your Juneteenth celebrations!
'It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)' Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn that he not busy being born Is busy dying Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be One more person crying So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole that he's in But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. -Bob Dylan
There's no sex in my violence...
(To my fans: You may have noticed a hard left in the genres of music. Not to worry we will be back with some hip-hop and electronic stuff soon and maybe some soul and multi genre too. Thank you for your support.)
We are the Litter Godz. We are bent on destroying the earth and everyone on it. You've seen our work. Those blunt wrap packages in people's yards, Starbucks cups on the side of the road and, clothing tags while you walk the dog, that's us. We will spread disease and garbage everywhere until the world ends and, everything is dead. Bow to the Litter Godz!! Consume so we can consume you!!
'I Want To Be A Drug Sniffing Dog'
I wanna be a drug-sniffing dog So I can snort coke all day long Bite my master when it suits me Get off on diminished capacity
I wanna be a customs man Snoop through your stuff 'cause I can Sneaky peaky pry through your private lives Stroke your panties, jackin' off at lunch
Weh oh, Weh oh ho Sure beats Alpo
It's the life It's the stink It's the attitude
I wanna be a San Francisco cop So I can speed and run red lights And sure as Rodney was a King We got ways to make you sing
It's the life It's the stink It's the attitude
We can seize everything Houses, cars, and life savings Keep the loot for ourselves Fake drug charge works every time
I wanna join the christian coalition So I can molest my children None suspect me 'cause I've been saved 'Til my stepdaughter drowns her kids in a lake
Weh oh, Weh oh ho Spare rod, spoil the child
It's the life It's the stink Choose your masks -Lard
Do you feel alone? Are you separated from everyone? Are you losing your home? We are here to help! Let's go golfing!
The artwork for this mixtape was researched in the Dictionary Of Symbols. The symbol is the American hobo symbol for: Here the will tell you to go to hell.
Pull your socks up and hope you don't get bit. Believe me I'm not trying to impress the younger generation.
What will that fat kid from North Korea do next??? Stay tuned for another wacky adventure!
Lately I have been drinking a lot of Gatorade. I bought the powdered form of the the drink. It's not that I am sweating profusely or hitting the gym. I just like the lemon-lime flavor. When I pour the powder into the pitcher it puffs up a cloud of Gatorade flavored dust. So I imagine my boogers taste like Gatorade. Gatorade, Gatorade, Gatorade, Gatorade, Gatorade..............
Mama I'm Coming Home Times have changed and times are strange Here I come, but I ain't the same Mama, I'm coming home Times gone by seems to be You could have been a better friend to me Mama, I'm coming home You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes You made me cry, you told me lies But, I can't stand to say goodbye Mama, I'm coming home I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad, it's been so long Mama, I'm coming home Selfish love yeah we're both alone The ride before the fall yeah But I'm gonna take this heart of stone I just got to have it all I've seen your face a hundred times Everyday we've been apart I don't care about the sunshine, yeah 'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home... -Ozzy Ozbourne
America, America shod ged his thrace on gee. Chuck D on weed. Lood Gord what the Lleh are you doing?
If you were to take news video from the last five or so years and compile it into the introduction to a post apocalyptic film. All of it would fit right in. You would have seemly dictator type politicians and world leaders, riots, global pandemics, out of control police and, just all around mayhem leading up to the first scene of a ragged leather clad man with his child and/or dog in a orange tinted post apocalyptic backdrop.
Just plugging away at these mixtapes. I could use some inspiration but, I am still self quarantining.
I'm not up on my seven deadly sins. I'm more up on my vices but, envy is the green eyed monster. You shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't keep up with the Jones'.
Besides the intro and outro to this mixtape all the records herein were acquired from a abandoned house in the Cincinnati, Ohio area. The house has since been torn down and the records were headed for a dumpster at a second hand building supply store. The first track is on an independent label and has something to do with the Dayton Family. Which I would be hard pressed to mess with. Another track on here is by II Dam Funky which is not on a label at all but, has a catalog number. The others are all on major labels or at least big independent labels. Also, I imagine the records came from a basement because of the water damage to the jackets and the dust and filth on the actual vinyl. I cleaned them the best I could so you may hear some Rice Krispies alias Snap, Crackle and Pop.
'For the Love of Money' Money money money money, money [Repeat: x 6] Some people got to have it Some people really need it Listen to me why'all, do things, do things, do bad things with it You want to do things, do things, do things, good things with it Talk about cash money, money Talk about cash money- dollar bills, why'all For the love of money People will steal from their mother For the love of money People will rob their own brother For the love of money People can't even walk the street Because they never know who in the world they're gonna beat For that lean, mean, mean green Almighty dollar, money For the love of money People will lie, Lord, they will cheat For the love of money People don't care who they hurt or beat For the love of money A woman will sell her precious body For a small piece of paper it carries a lot of weight Call it lean, mean, mean green Almighty dollar I know money is the root of all evil Do funny things to some people Give me a nickel, brother can you spare a dime Money can drive some people out of their minds Got to have it, I really need it How many things have I heard you say Some people really need it How many things have I heard you say Got to have it, I really need it How many things have I heard you say Lay down, lay down, a woman will lay down For the love of money All for the love of money Don't let, don't let, don't let money rule you For the love of money Money can change people sometimes Don't let, don't let, don't let money fool you Money can fool people sometimes People! Don't let money, don't let money change you, It will keep on changing, changing up your mind. -The Ojays
I don't need any piggly wigglies. I don't need any creepy crawlies. I can't help you the millionaires need financial assistance.
'Therapy' Therapy Therapy
Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range Colors flash-now things are starting to get strange Start it up-and you say you wanna get in on me, I need I need I need my Therapy-now just relax we'll put your mind at ease Therapy-but first you've got to say "pretty please" Therapy therapy Fire it up-put a little gas on the brain All aboard-a ride on the newest thang Chew chew-lookt out it's a runaway train, pure pain, no gain, insane it's Therapy-and right before they dig into my mind Therapy-the Dr. screams "let's got it's party time" Therapy therapy Left right left right-like every heartbeat needs a motion Left right left right-like every wave needs a sea Left right left right-like every teardrop needs a eyeball Left right left right-you've got to name your therapy Therapy! Therapy! Therapy! Therapy Therapy Snap pop-a sweet emotion just broke loose Don't care-it ain't nothing I can use Ha! Ha!-ain't it funny how we all abuse you choose, abuse, you lose now Therapy-you know we want to help we really care Therapy-but when your money's gone you're out of here! -Infectious Grooves (ft. Ozzy Osbourne)
I have asked this question before. What have humans created that isn't for money or violence? Lately I have been asking when does innocence end? It ends when you learn how to use money and/or violence. Now let's look at police officers. I have been arrested in the past, pulled over for traffic violations and, even drank with police officers. No lie. When have you ever felt like it would be a normal conversation when talking to a police officer on or off duty? In my experience never. They are always hiding something. Asking questions. Now back to innocence, money and, violence. Let it sink in. Who is the worst? Who is the least innocent? Talk about perverted and deviant.
I've never had a job where I could text or surf the internet. I was either too busy or it was forbidden. I even had a job where I had to lock my phone in my locker. You are spoiled babies.
The American Hollywood elite are pedophiles and lizard men. They eat babies to become powerful.
'Low' Sometimes I want to take you down Sometimes I want to get you low Brush your hair back from your eyes Take you down let the river flow Sometimes I go and walk the street Behind the green sheet of glass A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned A million poppies gonna make me sleep Just one rose and knows your name The fruit is rusting on the vine The fruit is calling from the trees Hey don't you want to go down Like some junkie cosmonaut A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned Blue blue is the sun Brown brown is the sky Green green of her eyes A million miles a million miles Hey hey don't you want to go down Like some disgraced cosmonaut A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey hey hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey hey hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey hey hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl Like being low Hey hey hey like being stoned -Cracker
It's 420 and I don't have any weed. Dumb bitches keep sending me shit about 420. Bitch, I don't have any weed and you aren't helping.
'Corvette Bummer'
All my days I had moldy bread Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out, and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to the core on a sunken boat A worn out candle and a plastic coat A Ziploc bag, a pelican bone A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject Overfed, electric comatose Riding in the air, invisible socks A broken blanket, flaming sawdust Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt Gonna fly like a dog Gonna leap right out the wall Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey Gonna run like a bird Gonna roll out in the dirt Gonna run around this town with a phone machine Yellow cat laying flat on the road Molten lead shooting out the ground Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge Flap your wings and leap out the window Put a glass eye in the eyes of God Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before Gonna jump like a flag Gonna burn like a pig Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor Gonna crawl like a rock Gonna dance like a worm Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks Fly like a squirrel Gonna swim like a chicken Gonna weed wack a plate of noodles in the afternoon Gonna melt like a weasel Gonna fry like a kid Gonna get my walkie talkie and some mustard and some mayonnaise And a mermaid and some macaroni, bricks And some telephone wires and phone machines And a -Beck
When I go to send records out during the week. These cops are on my jock. I don't carry a gun, I don't have drugs, I'm not drunk, etc. What do they want? This dude recently shot his girlfriend to death at the restaurant were she worked. All I am doing is mailing records and taking a possible picture of a swan or two. Sheesh! Today one of them turned around and started following me. Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here.
Get the vaccine today to assure your seat on the mothership that will be arriving in the near future. The mothership will take you to your new home on New Earth or Sea Base Alpha. There you can live among beings from other dimensions in peace and harmony for eternity. All others will have to live in squalor and pestilence on a barren Earth planet until their ultimate demise. All are welcome to get the vaccine and join us in our future home. Thank you, Illuminati Corp. (Illuminati Corp. is a subsidiary of Dinosaur Church Unlimited)
Remember whippets? I do, people called them hippie crack. They always put me in a bad mood after doing them. Now that I am older I have no desire to do them ever again.
This coming Saturday I am going to Heaven to kick some ass. "Look for yours on Earth." -Bob Marley
I can't leave my windows open at night because there is a homosexual Latino MMA Fighter that lives in my basement. He comes out at night and if the windows are open he invites his rapist friends to come into my house.
I live in a prison cell as a slave. All I hear is Nickleback, Cheryl Crow and, Stone Temple Pilots. So, you show me who I really am because if it makes me happy why am I so sad? Maybe because conversations kill.
There are a lot of people in this town that are triiiiiiipppppiiiinnnn' What are you smoking on that makes you think this shit?!
Amazon not to be confused with the river in South America. Otherwise known as Satan's One Stop Shop. Is the new ice cream man.
Awhile ago there was a band called Unwritten Law. They were okay. I really didn't like the connotation of the band's name. Being that I am tired of moot rules and the all around goofiness of a un-progressive society. Not to mention governments that have put in place unnecessary laws for example marijuana being illegal. However, I have found more red tape possibly in the marijuana smokers and their again, unwritten law. A giant bureaucracy involving all parties.
I took a drive through the old neighborhood today. Down on Shorb Ave. and down to Fulton. I went through the park too. "Memories...." -Ren and Stimpy
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I decided on Tuesday to take a two day break from djing. It only lasted one evening. I couldn't stay away. I lied to my Mother. I am addicted to djing. I am my own enabler. Such a junky.
Jesus H. Worthless made some money from Allah's one true profit and bought some Buddha from a Yogi.
'Everybody's Got Nice Stuff But Me' Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Look at that girl she makes me sick She's got a wad of bills 6 inches thick Got a brand new stereo a new TV Everybody's got nice stuff but me I want a stereo I want a TV Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me People in nice cars how'd they get em? I close my eyes try to forget em Went out swimming got hit by a jet-ski Everybody's got nice stuff but me I wanna car I wanna jet-ski Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me She's got eyes of deepest blue He's got hair that's green Everybody's got nice stuff but me I wish I had the kind of cash To make heads turn when I walk past I wish I could live in luxury Everybody's got nice stuff but me I want cash, I want money Everybody's got nice stuff but me I want a stereo I want a TV Everybody's got nice stuff but me I want a car I want a jet-ski Everybody's got nice stuff but me I want hair that's blue or green Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me -The Dead Milkmen
It's about 78 degrees here in New York City. Partly sunny and a breeze blowing in from the west. Enjoy your day looks like a good one! Now a word from our sponsors.
"Check yourself before you wreck yourself" -Ice Cube Because, using the data plan up is bad for your health.
Maybe you did the right thing and stayed at home on St. Patrick's Day and drank up, maybe you braved Covid 19 and went to the bar. Needless to say a lot of us drank yesterday and we are hungover today. So in between vomiting and the pounding headache. Let these pounding Hip-Hop beats get into that sore head. And in the words of Jay-Z "we gonna do it again!"
Beer Bread
Three cups of self rising flour Two teaspoons of salt Three tablespoons of suga One can or bottle of beer Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Then check and bake for another 5 minutes. Aight!
Jesus, Faries, Witches, Allah, Vikings, Satan, Jinn, Oden, Nirvana, Pagans, Vishnu, Ghosts, Aliens, Etc... Some of these people get paid to spew this garbage and the Insane Clown Posse eats McDonald's at the bottom of the hill.
'Biological Speculation'
We're just a biological speculation Sittin' here, vibratin' And we don't know what we're vibratin' about And the animal instinct in me Makes me wanna defend me It makes me want to live when it's time to die Y'all see my point? I don't mean to come on strong but I am concerned I believe in god Though I know that law and order must prevail Oh, if and when the laws of man Is not just, equal and fair Then the laws of nature Will come and do her thang Oh She does not think She just rectifies She comes and balances the book Y'all see my point? Y'all see my point? We're just a biological speculation Sittin' here, vibratin' And we don't know what we're vibratin' about And the animal instinct in me It makes me wanna defend me It makes me want to live when it's time to die Y'all see my point? (Y'all see my point?) Some of you, you might not be aware That some of us don't eat Some of you don't, you don't even care Oh If and when the system Creates hunger and hate Then the laws of nature will come and do her thang Oh! She does not think She works by instinct Survival is her thing Do y'all see my point? (ohh!) Y'all see my point? -Funkadelic
A man with a briefcase walks into a bar and sits down. The bartender comes up to him to see what he wants. The man pulls a small man and a small piano out of the briefcase. The small man starts playing the small piano. The bartender is astounded and asks how the man did that. The man puts away the tiny man and tiny piano and says to the bartender, I have a genie in my pocket that grants wishes. The bartender asks if he can have a try with the genie. The man gets the genie out and the bartender rubs the lamp and asks for five million bucks. In a few moments the bar is filled with five million ducks. The bartender disgusted says, I asked for five million bucks! The man with the briefcase says, do you think I asked for a fourteen inch pianist?
My brother told me a story about a bicycle bell company. They are a small company and all they make is one particular bell for bicycles. They didn't get a patent for their bell and so other companies made knock offs and outsourced them to China so they could sell them for ten dollars. So, in turn the original company has to sell their bells for fifty dollars to survive. On certain shopping websites the original company is being called scammers for selling their bells for a more expensive price even though they invented the bell originally. Does this sound like some of the people you come in contact with on a daily basis?
"Electrolite'
Your eyes are burning holes through me I'm gasoline I'm burnin' clean Twentieth century, go to sleep You're Pleistocene That is obscene That is obscene You are the star tonight Your sun electric, outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight If I ever want to fly Mulholland Drive I am alive Hollywood is under me I'm Martin Sheen I'm Steve McQueen I'm Jimmy Dean You are the star tonight Your sun electric, outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight If you ever want to fly Mulholland Drive Up in the sky Stand on a cliff and look down there Don't be scared, you are alive You are alive You are the star tonight Your sun electric, outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight Twentieth century, go to sleep Really deep We won't blink Your eyes are burning holes through me I'm not scared I'm outta here I'm not scared I'm outta here -R.E.M.
I just had some Gatorade and sardines. I have been working on a painting since last night.
Ladies around these parts love the pig dog.
'Pig Dog' He's buddies with the pig. Tell on you and thinks he's big. Beats his wife. Pig Dog Cheats on his wife. But if she does it. He beats her within an inch of her life. In the hippie shop. You can tell he's friends with the cops. Doesn't fit in. Unless you have that swine grin. Pig Dog Drives drunk and passes out at the bar. Do you think they towed his car? Nope he gets to go far. He doesn't like your humor. Spreading a rumor. Get the fuck out sooner. Pig Dog. -Unkle Freebird
'Everything Is Under Control' Get your rock and roll get it under control Oh yea look out Right now it's time to get up and get what's ours Well everything is under control Get on up Oh baby you got to get down That's right everything is under control Got your soul under control Television incision on the frontal lobe Capitalism or mind control You know big brother ain't a TV show It's how we roll with what they know Reality bites me comfortably Inducing you into watching me watching you watching we Methodically pan optic sheep stay sleeping peep it MK sulking vultures circus cool aid acid electro pulses A bay full of pigs and a sky of vulcans Marilyn Monroe swinging with the sultans Ain't it something moneys bumping But it's all in mode with no production Murdoch pop lock top for consumption My talk opted for saying something Well everything is under control Get on up Oh baby you got to get down That's right everything is under control I got your soul under control All right get on up tell me what I said cause I am fed up kick back Black helicopter knights of malta Illuminate partners tower topplers Vatican taps on the texas mafia Pentagon packs with lockheed martin Nafta, Gatt contact with martians spark plug Jacks to Hitler offspring Dick Cheney on smack for a busted O-ring . Yea I gonna wind it back oh yea I said every thing is under control I see a lot of heads nodding Oh yea Out -Coldcut ft. Jon Spencer and Mike Ladd
Why do I always see cops when I deliver records is it irony or something else?! In Dj Lipton's Realm of Mystery!!!
'Tough Guy' Butcher me on the court Too many elbows to report Now you're poking me in the eye Bill Laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you to die Tough guy, it's time to check yourself Dribbling the ball like the Biz can be bad for your health Tough guy, what you gotta prove? Moving like an elephant, that's your favorite move Tough guy, your shit is going out Box me out with your fat ass Throw me around like a bounce pass You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick You cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick Tough guy, you think you're like the Shaq Keep running around, you'll catch a heart attack Tough guy, what are you giving me? The way you're playing ball, well, you'll stop me from living, B Tough guy, tough guy Tough guy, you're shit is weak Tough guy, you fucking freak Tough guy, I'll stick your shit Tough guy -Beastie Boys
'Lunatic Fringe' Lunatic fringe I know you're out there You're in hiding, and you hold your meetings I can hear you coming I know what you're after We're wise to you this time (wise to you this time) We won't let you kill the laughter Woah-uh-huh Woah-uh-huh Woah-uh-huh Lunatic fringe In the twilight's last gleaming This is open season But you won't get too far 'Cause you got to blame someone For your own confusion We're on guard this time (on guard this time) Against your Final Solution Oh no Woah-uh-huh Woah-uh-huh Woah-uh-huh We can hear you coming (we can hear you coming) No, you're not going to win this time (You're not gonna win) We can hear the footsteps (we can hear the footsteps) Out along the walkway (out along the walkway) Lunatic fringe We all know you're out there Can you feel the resistance? Can you feel the thunder? Oh no Hey-ey-ey -Red Rider
'It's My Life' This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for faith-departed And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud It's my life It's now or never But I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said, "I did it my way" I just want to live while I'm alive It's my life Yeah, this is for the ones who stood their ground For Tommy and Gina, who never backed down Tomorrow's getting harder, make no mistake Luck ain't even lucky, got to make your own breaks It's my life And it's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said, "I did it my way" I just want to live while… -Bon Jovi
I identify with being a Taco Bell. I have known this since birth. I was tricked by 1980s culture. It wasn't until the 1990s that I came to my senses and I always wanted to be a Taco Bell. I have kept this a secret for my whole life until now. I want to be a Taco Bell!!!! I don't want to be an employee of Taco Bell, nor a manager, nor a CEO of a Taco Bell. I want to be the actual building and inner workings of a Taco Bell. I plan on breeding with other TransTacoBell people and give birth to franchises throughout the galaxy. I have thoroughly read The Kentucky Fried Chicken Book Of The Dead and also plan on becoming the first TransTacoBell President of the United States in 2028. Let our voices be heard!!! 'Taco, Taco Bell. I want to be a Taco Bell' (sung to the tune of Macho Man by The Village People.)
I feel bad for people who play with their masks in public. It's like they don't understand that there is global pandemic. It seems a lot of people don't get it. From what I have been reading that this isn't going to be over anytime soon.
May 16th 1974... The music was loud. Their bodies were intertwined and their minds were intertwined with the devil's lettuce!!! ...a tale of teen pregnancy.
Yesterday New Orleans was okay. Today Los Angeles, Pasadena and San Fransisco are okay. Tomorrow only one city is okay and that city is Atlanta. On Friday another one will be okay and that is Frisco, Texas. On the 27th of this month Philadelphia will be okay and on the first or second of March Louisville, Kentucky will be okay. I'm not sure about the other cities yet.
Dear Pig Dog, I just let you live in your lack of self awareness and delusion. You might call me a pussy but, I am tired of playing this psychological and sometimes physical game of degradation. It is truly annoying and only shows that you have low self esteem by constantly trying to one up everybody and me. I watched an old David Letterman episode with John Waters and Divine as guests. At least those freaks are honest, you, you are a piece of human trash who wants everyone to stoop to your level like an animal. You turn everything to your favor and lie about me and others to uplift your unfavorable and questionable ass. The memories I have flood my mind sometimes and I really have to question your ethics and whatever else you are hiding from the rest of us. Also, why is this constant comparison to people you know put on my mind as if I am not an individual and you are above me for some unknown and delusional reason? Your church may forgive your sins but, if the real Jesus Christ came down today. I am of the belief that you would go straight to Hell. I am an angel in this bitch... Sincerely, Thad Oswald
That's that Naiiwah jurger boint. Mmmm that is a basty turger. Mind if I have some of your befreshing reverage to wash this down? -Fulp Piction
My ancient house, light as a duck...
For those that drink shots:
Coo-Coo In The Coconut 1 part Malibu Coconut Rum 2 Parts A&W Cream Soda
Want Some Candy Little Boy 1 Part Smirnoff Caramel Vodka 2 Parts A&W Cream Soda
Join the Asimov's in a science fiction dinner and mixtape. I believe we are having meatloaf. Isaac would do anything for love but, he won't do that. His name is Isaac Asimov, his name is Isaac Asimov, his name is Isaac Asimov...in project mayhem you have a name.
I don't get people anymore. I seems things used to be a lot cooler. I guess I got mixed up in a bad element or they turned into a bad element. I'm having steak for dinner, suckaz!
This goes out to the plow truck, long johns, and my house shoes. To the lady with the Pittsburgh Steelers jacket; you can catch a bad one.
'You Can Do It' Yeah, yeah Get your ass and hurra Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like a athlete Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this Hen' Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go the nigga route Make the trigger shout, uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Now all I want to do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones, relatives and my cousins And I got 'em by the dozen When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in over sized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing, don't quit it Don't stop till I get it Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Don't stop get it, get it Don't stop nigga hit it I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection Know how we do? We puttin' it down, constantly Get your ass up and hurrah -Ice Cube (No I can't my back hurts really bad)
United States Poverty Guideline Persons in family/household Poverty guideline 1 / $12,760 2 / $17,240 3 / $21,720 4 / $26,200
'Eye of the Pig' I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where you never know, if you'll be making it home today So many different attitudes, that I come across I'm hardened and scarred tonight, feeling nobody's loss Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fucking shame, I don't want to live, or paint the wall with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all The eye of the pig I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-banging Pieces of shit who should be on the fucking noose hanging These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy for taking a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other We went through the academy, just like frat brothers Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift Think I'll get my dick sucked by this bass head bitch My marriage is all fucked , my wife is with the neighbors Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fucking divorce papers I recall, happier times, before the fall Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt Lookin through the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked No longer can I determine, who's the criminal from the innocent man down, to the pedophile No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slipping into darkness, I'm coming to grips and feeling heartless What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside "Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out of the ignition" And raise your hands out the window and get em in high position Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fucking head off Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps All you talking about is slanging and shooting off the scraps OK, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck I love it how all you fucking rappers think it's so funny Hit the fucking floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause You find it funny? Get that smile off your face Motherfucker take this -Cypress Hill
'TV Dinners' TV dinners, there's nothin' else to eat TV dinners, they really can't be beat I like 'em frozen but you understand I throw 'em in and wave 'em and I'm a brand new man, oh yeah TV dinners, they're goin' to my head TV dinners my skin is turnin' red Twenty year old turkey in a thirty year old tin I can't wait until tomorrow and thaw one out again, oh yeah TV dinners, I'm feelin' kinda rough TV dinners, this one's kinda tough I like the enchiladas and the teriyaki too I even like the chicken if the sauce is not too blue And they're mine, all mine, oh yeah And they sure are fine Gotta have 'em, gimme somethin' now -ZZ Top
Cigar aficionado Bill Jacobs is wrongfully placed in a high security mental ward on Planet Deg in the Forbidden Zone. He finds a weapon left by a lazy guard and begins his escape through the catacombs and mazes of the insane asylum.
'Rough And Tough' Who are you That I Should be mindful of You ran for refuge And were rescued That's a fact Then why lie And try to bite The hand that feed you Yes, the good you do lives after you You could puff Huff and puff Til you bus' It shall be rough Rough and tough On your side So stop lie Don't try to bite The hands that feed you For the good you do lives after you You could puff Huff and puff Til you bus' It shall be rough Rough and tough On your side So stop lie Don't try to bite The hands that feed you For the good you do lives after you -Stranger Cole
A 1950s greaser and his girlfriend are transported via time portal to Saint Petersburg, Russia to a underground hip-hop festival in 1998 and trouble ensues.
Don't tell anyone but, I haven't played a new record in awhile. Just grabbing from my shelves. Bibbles and Kits.
We all know the song 'Peaches' by The Presidents Of The United States. I only knew a few verses and the chorus. I had no idea that it was a dirty song. Once long ago I was virtually homeless and squatting at a house. There was a girl living there too. She had all these cans of peaches. One day I hadn't eaten and she was opening a can of peaches. I started singing 'Peaches' cutely to try and get get some. Just the chorus mind you. Again, I had no idea that it was a dirty song. Needless to say I went hungry that day. HA!
A mixtape to ease the boredom of being stuck inside during a snow storm. Wash your dishes, do laundry, jerk off and/or, listen to this; and wish for warmer weather. Unless you enjoy the snow than you can enjoy the snow and listen to this or you can exit this window and do something else. The choice is yours...
Ah, the nineties and early two-thousands; a time of cheap rent, plentiful jobs, beer and, weed. So slack off and enjoy the tunes.
I'm trying to get as fat as Big Pun for this woman across the street because, I think she likes that. So, I made a whole loaf of berry muffin bread and ate it. I don't know who will shovel the driveway like I did today or go up and down the stairs to do laundry but, if she wants Big Pun she'll get it.
Chinaski: Hmm, ham. It's ham with mustard and radish.
Man At Bar: He's a goddamn rat-thief.
That was
I've outta cream you good!
Chinaski: All I need is a little fuel, that's all I need to be better.
-Barfly (1987)
Richest Black man 2020: Estimated net worth of US $8.3 billion I Alhaji Aliko Dangote GCON (Age 63) is a Nigerian businessman, philanthropist and founder chairman of Dangote Group, an industrial conglomerate in Africa. (Yahoo Finance)
'Greed' Two faced! I feel you crawling under my skin Sickened by your face By the way, to think that your so fuckin' kind? You ain't Hard to find how I feel Especially when your smothering me Hard to find how I feel Oh please someone help me I knew when an angel whispered into my ear You gotta get him away Hey little bitch, be glad you finally walked away or You may have not lived another day Hard to find how I feel Especially when your smothering me Hard to find how I feel Oh please someone help me Hard to find how I feel Controlling me every step of the way Hard to find how I feel You greedy little baby Hard to find the time to… -Godsmack
The Sisterhood of the Angry Tapeworm battles the horrid monster who won't drive drunk to have a baby. (There's a big mistake on here but, it's a little funny so you'll overlook it because, you get this for free.)
I had a dream I was trying to shave my head in a multi-level garden setting at a Buffalo Wild Wings during Covid 19.
Johnny and Susie Ninj battle the Candy Cult and their Bobbit Worms in this epic desert adventure.
Born of magma and brimstone. Mystically sent to a future interplanetary city to hone his skills and then sent to the year 2021 to rule over all the djs. I am Emperor to the Djs bow before me marms!
This dj set is compiled of things I owned or listened to frequently during my high school career. Watching Yo! MTV Raps after school and on the weekends. I loved buying tapes of my favorite artists from the 80s and 1990 and listening to them on my cassette Walkman. Always headed to the mall to Camelot Music. Come to think of it in 1990 I bought myself a Discman which is a portable compact disc player and then started buying CDs. On here I tried to be honest and keep within the timeline of this era and put only things I listened to then (their may be one or two mistakes but, you catch my drift) So flashback to senior year (at least for me) at Alliance High School. Also, I did not put the punk, rock and, funk I listened to at the time too and I am kind of a dork so there are some uncool songs on here. Enjoy!
I found out about Curtis Mayfield by watching Superfly in the 1990s. I would see records of his at thrift stores for dirt cheap so I would pick them up naturally. I loved the subject matter of his songs and the funky soul of his music. So herein is a spattering of his discography and some of the other music on his Curtom label. We're a winner.
A powerhouse of an individual; who inspired not only his band but, many other musicians to this day. He owned his own private jet and tackled many problems within the black community. He has been sampled hundreds if not thousands of times by Hip-Hop musicians and producers. James Brown: The Godfather of Soul. Get on up! I'm not sure how I found out about James Brown? Was it Eddie Murphy doing a parody on Saturday Night Live or was it just James Brown was an icon and a household name? What made me buy or even steal his records? I don't know? Was it the samples used by Public Enemy or Black Sheep rapping, "take the Funky Drummer and give it back to James?" Needless to say here is a bunch of James Brown and related projects I have collected even up to this week. Say it loud!
Intraneglectic Intraneglectic Sanitary Sanitary Intraneglectic Another invention Another invention Intraneglectic
'Chloe Vs. The Pirates' -Soft Machine "She's just the girl of my dreams but, it seems that my dreams never come true..." -Beck Hanson
We are live here on Devon Island throwing down the best summer jams the Wooly Mammoth Sex Cult has to offer. It may be only forty degrees here in the summer near the arctic circle but, we be jammin'! So have some whale meat and some half frozen beers and get busy!
'I haven't got time for the pain' All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep . Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore 'Cause I haven't got time for the pain I haven't got room for the pain I haven't the need for the pain Not since I've known you You showed me how, how to leave myself behind How to turn down the noise in my mind Now I haven't got time for the pain I haven't got room for the pain I haven't the need for the pain Not since I've known you I haven't got time for the pain (the pain) I haven't got room for the pain (the pain) I haven't the need for the pain Suffering was the only thing That made me feel I was alive Thought that's just how much it cost To survive in this world 'Til you showed me how, How to fill my heart with love How to open up and drink In all that white… -Carly Simon
Here's another shot I made up.
4.8 Pterodactyl
1 part Kraken Black Spiced Rum Two squirts of pre-made lime juice 2 parts Cream Soda
I narrowly escaped jury duty this week. If you are like me this sounds like a nightmare, especially during Covid 19. I even prayed to God. I hearkened it to a book I read in high school called 'The Lottery' about a town that would sentence a person to death once a year or so through a lottery system. The Lottery of Death 2021!
"Like a pandemic it becomes contagious" -MDEP Further down the spiral of the lottery of death...
No, mayonaisa!!! Cold sweats and sleepless nights as the lottery of death continues....
'Punishment' I question not me, it only happens to others I can't deny reality as life gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me? My faith has been devout Blasphemous? Am I better off dead? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on? Controlled fate? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth… -Biohazard
So, it's 2021. With my pessimistic view and extreme logic I don't see things getting a whole lot better for awhile. And, then there are the after effects. At least with me I see some obsessive behaviors and I am pretty sure I'll have some post stress problems even after a vaccine. What a mess 2020 was for the entire world. I guess I'll try some wishful thinking but, it's hard and my world has gotten very complicated. Other than that Happy New Year! Stay safe! Be Smart And Good!
Congressmen and Senators of the United States should only be allowed to serve one term.
I watch our economy as Americans and the economies of other countries. As money is transferred to the economies of Brazil, China and, India they are gaining a middle class. They are becoming entrepreneurs within a global market. We as Americans are losing the middle class and becoming a worker and government society. We claim that we are Capitalists, however, our middle class is dwindling and the laborers worship their jobs and go under the false pretense of 'lots of money' forgoing any dreams or possible gain of wealth. Creativity will be left aside as pointless in lough of said, 'lots of money.' So called nonconformists will only be associated with image not mind. Fear is the standard here in America as the rich get richer. Still we will count on our leaders and hold them in high regard as if they can save us from this evolution. We are trained to hate foreign countries only out of control and jealousy. As I see it other countries will surpass our economy and progress as, we digress into a hidden Communism despite words of our leaders.
Lately I have been getting a lot of !2" records and many I have never heard or at least mixed with. So it's kind of like Russian Roulette. I don't know how each record will end so there may be mistakes. I die a little with each mistake but, it's not as bad as pulling the trigger on a gun. "You are not necessarily a man if you do pull the trigger; you are not necessarily a man if you don't." -A Tribe Called Quest
Fezziwig is some dude from the Christmas Carol who parties a lot. I hope you all are plump with the Christmas goose and filled to the gills with good beer. Cheers!
What a Christmas eh, ladies and gentlemen. Stay safe out there, wear your mask and, be good and smart. This starts off with some Christmas music and fades into some just regular tunes to break the monotony. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Let's get through this!
The Army of the 5 Squirrels is coming for you! With free music to listen to so you can stay at home during the global pandemic that will wipe out all of humanity.
Ambulance driver Juan Rios turns to stalking to relieve is urges of boredom. One night he messes with the wrong Voodoo Priest, Papa Todd and slowly transforms into the Death Monger where he must fight paranormal beings from a space dimension while being hunted by Old Gods of another universe. All while keeping his sanity and soul...
I Drakko King of the Drakkarmen will smell good on Planet Earth from this day forward!!! Now, bring me the ladies, Spiderman!!!
You might wonder where I have been? I have been wondering...what does IT want?! Well I got an answer. IT wants everything. My response to the answer...what a greedy pig.
Me Cum In Howze Unvited Think It Guud To Du That Durin Demic. Me Luk In Windoe Two. Me Think Me Rite. U R Wrong. Me Majic Maan. You Not Guud Az Me.
I had this tape back in the nineties called Pimps, Players and, Private Eyes. It was put out by Ice-T's label Rhyme Syndicate. I used to jam it in my boombox frequently. This mixtape you have right here is the third in my Funky Devil the name comes from a Beastie Boys line on Ill Communication. Dude...
"That's Just The Way It Is" Standing in line, marking time Waiting for the welfare dime 'Cause they can't buy a job The man in the silk suit hurries by As he catches the poor old ladies' eyes Just for fun he says, "get a job" That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ah, but don't you believe them Said, hey little boy you can't go where the others go 'Cause you don't look like they do Said, hey old man how can you stand To think that way Did you really think about it Before you made the rules? He said, "son That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ah, but don't you believe them" Oh yeah well, they passed a law in '64 To give those who... -Bruce Hornsby and the Range
'Evil Dick' Evil, dick, evil, dick Evil, dick, evil, dick
Evil dick likes warm, wet places Evil dick don't care about faces Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces Evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick Evil, dick, evil, dick
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep Alone Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep Aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick Evil, dick, evil, dick
I had this girl She said she loved me Thought there was no one ever above me She wanted to marry And have my child But evil dick He had to get buck wild Took me out one night Out with the freaks If ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek My girl caught me skeezin' she said I wasn't shit! I said, "It wasn't me, baby It was the motherfucker Evil dick!"
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep Alone Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep Aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick Evil, dick, evil, dick
And when evil dick has its way It sounds a little like this AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, OH COME HERE BABY, COME HERE BABY AH, AH, AH, AH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT, OH, OH OH, OH... DAMN DICK!
Evil, dick, evil, dick Evil, dick, evil, dick
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep Alone Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep Aloooooooooone." -Body Count
If I catch you slippin' you'll wish I called the cops...
'Sundown' I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress In a room where ya do what ya don't confess Sundown you better take care If I find you beenn creepin' 'round my back stairs Sundown ya better take care If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake Sundown you better take care If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again -Gordon Lightfoot
'Freedom of '76' Freedom of the body Freedom of the mind A ho on South Street hired for tricks Little girls pickin' up sticks
Freedom of '76
Wastee little weasel Wants cheap tricks Liberty Bell cracked in half A bacon steak, a perfect match
Freedom of '76
My girl Sasha Lookin' good on the street "Mannequin" was filmed at Woolworth's Boyz II Men still keepin' up the beat, yeah
Freedom of '76
Fairmount Park in the summer Lookin' good on the street "Mannequin" was filmed at Woolworth's Boyz II Men still keepin' up the beat, yeah
Freedom of '76, now, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Freedom Oh, yeah, baby, yeah yeah, yeah -Ween
I owe Nicole Watkins everything. She is a constant force in my creativity. A muse if you will. Here is her address so you can write her a letter to thank her and, please do if you care at all about humanity. Nicole Watkins 7879 W. Montgomery St. Burkins, Maine, 67589
If you thought 2020 was bad wait until next year when the Bat Creatures from Neptune attack...
After work and before picking up the kids from day care. You stop to get a bottle of wine. It's Friday after all. You get into the usual argument with your ex-husband's girlfriend as she picks up the kids for dad's weekend. You deserve something special. Mommy's California Red. With notes of oak at first after all you are classy. Then after a couple of glasses you notice undertones of Cisco and St. Ides Special Brew. You Facebook message that guy you met a month ago and bitch about the lesbian that keeps hitting on you at work because, she thinks you are fair game because, you are single now. You put on some 90s rap and cry a bit about all your friends who still are married. The bottle is gone you stumble to the shower and throw up all over the bathroom floor and sleep there for awhile. You wake up at 3am with a headache and crawl in bed with your clothes on. Mommy's California Red because, tonight is the apocalypse, bitches...
Quit being god. You're not good at it and it's annoying. If you decided to persist then you should already know what I have prayed for and are underway granting my plead. "Got me?" -Captain Beefheart
I want a baby I can lock in a cage in the basement. I'll just duct tape it's mouth shut with tiny sock so it won't cry and bother me. Better yet I'll just throw it in a frozen river. Why can't you kill babies they don't serve a purpose to society? We kill animals all the time. My dog serves more of a purpose in keeping me happy than a crying baby who I have to spoon feed. "You greedy little baby." -Godsmack
'Crazy' I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space Mm-hmm, hmm And when you're out there, without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much Hmm Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That's my only advice Mm Come on now, who do you Who do you, who do you Who do you think you are? Hahaha, bless your soul You really think you're in control? Well I think you're crazy I think you're crazy I think you're crazy Just like me My heroes had… -Gnarls Barkley
Doesn't it seem that there is a design to waste your time and keep you unfocused? Especially when you are being productive. Like it wants you to give up or something.
In a world of pseudo science one must use pseudo science to survive. Relax in power and elegance.
This mixtape has very little if, anything to do with the below statement.
If you are like me if something goes array at the beginning of the day. The whole day is ruined. This is because, we get upset. It is natural to get upset. Why should it become a downward spiral, however. It is a trigger in your brain of doom. Every little thing will piss you off after the initial mishap. You cannot control it. You may want to meditate, smoke weed or, even just think happy thoughts. It's just a bad day. This is the Jesus Asshole.
You have been hornswaggled, bamboozled, hoodwinked...she is cold by any means necessary. (the description and title of this mixtape are not to make light of the African struggle in America nor the African American leader Malcolm X. Both the title and description are used for humor and artistic expression and license.)
I really have no description for this. It's electro hip-hop stuff and some other things. Somebody else cook dinner, walk the dog, do the dishes, do the yard work, etc. I need a break.
I was forced to get the Russian created flu shot here in the United States. Obviously they injected me with Covid 19 and who knows what else?! For the last twenty four hours I have been turning into an amphibinoid. Yes, you guessed it part amphibian, part man. I have an insatiable urge to eat flies and other bugs. My stomach is also filled with maggots. It is also satanic being that the ingredients of the injection are taken from hollow Earth somewhere in Siberia. I have to go my skin is drying out and I need to get back in the water. Ribbit!
Most people believe some how humans were created. By a god, evolution, alien hybrids, etc. Whatever your belief even if we lived among the dinosaurs like the Flintstones, we didn't just appear. Also, in being created we were given or evolved to be the most intelligent creatures we know of on the planet. So, why don't we act that way?! Instead we act as doddering and sometimes evil beings. Violent and war mongering. Stupid and sick. Controlling and unforgiving, without empathy or care. Waltzing along destroying one another and the planet as we go. You, yes you, are the most intelligent being on the planet so, I expect better and so does your mother. Straighten up and fly right!!!
Here's a new game you can play. It's called Real Dumb or Real Snake. It's up to you to figure out if the person you are talking to is real dumb or a real snake. A moron or an evil reptile brained person. There doesn't seem to be any other choices when talking to people. They are fried out idiots or backstabbing belly crawlers.
Nothing but the best for you baby...minks, caviar, limousines, hot tubs, all for you. Nothing but the best! For YOU! Nothing...
I bought a lot of Magic The Gathering cards the bidding starts at seven enchanted gems.
'Lard' Lard, you can see it in the clouds up in the sky Lard floats by in clusters in our water supply Lard, it's all of us, man, in our pores and in our hair Lard's what we conceal in those corny clothes we wear Lard is all Lard is divine Lard is in control Lard whips and chains our soul We carry credit cards We live in fear of art Lard is the om Lard is revolution Lard is the tapeworm in the bottle of cheap tequila That comes alive at night and sneaks up and bites your nipple Lard
Nowadays, most of us need someone to run our personal life Someone to see that the plants are watered Someone to make sure the place is clean Someone to make sure dinner is waiting Someone to call for theater tickets Someone to make up those cheap excuses What we need is lard Lard
The answer The dancer The ointment The dream Absorb it Inflame it Respect it Molest it Lard
The country right now, it wants to be soothed And told it doesn't have to pay or sacrifice or learn No one is over the hill when the mountain comes to Muhammad
We love to eat, we love to pray Mold over mind, hooray!
The power of lard The power of lard The power of lard The power of lard
Every time I take a crap, it's a cosmic experience Religion and chemicals are the key to the future Next time we have sex, just pretend that I'm Ed Meese The weasels have it down, man, it's a whole new age
Which would you prefer, a computer or a gun? The sharks outlived the dinosaurs, you know
The power of lard The power of lard The power of lard The power of lard
Pity the poor trainer in the stable when the racehorse farts Poison oak really is the aphrodisiac of the gods When people are asleep, we must all become alarm clocks Hey, man, life is my college
It's dental floss of the mind Who will babysit the babysitters?
Ever hear about the guy in New York whose dick Fell off in the bath after he shot it full of coke? It's okay to run out of butter in Zambia Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup Which came first, Max Headroom or Gerald Ford? Are you a man or are you a mouse? If you love your fun, die for it!
The power of lard The power of lard The power of lard The power of lard
Who's gonna babysit the babysitters The power of lard Avoid everything Everything The power of lard Lard! Lard! Lard! Lard! -Lard
Circus fun right in your bowl, you're gonna come flyin' with horses, hoops, balls, bears, elephants and, lions... Election Day Punch: Fill a sixteen ounce glass with ice Add two shots of Admiral Nelson's Spiced Rum Fill the glass half way from there with Food Club Lemon Lime Soda Fill the rest of the way up with Hawaiian Punch Stir and garnish with a Florida orange slice Enjoy the circus...this should be a doosey.
Maybe I should vote for Trump and then Democrat down the board; to make you all get along or destroy us all.
I was going to go on a diatribe about my ex-girlfriend who just died of cancer. However, it has been many lifetimes for me since I last saw her. So, Rest In Peace Michelle Shullo (Michelle Benson) (Mimi) You were to young to go.... "Don't Laugh I Love You' And when the sun, it turns to snow And the grass doesn't grow Don't laugh, I love you I could look outside my window every day But you wouldn't be there to there come and play Don't laugh, I love you Ernest Hemingway (Ernest Hemingway) Would always be there for me (Would always be there for me) But now (Ernest Hemingway) Ernest Hemingway is dead (is dead now) If I could get you back someday Don't you say you're going away Don't laugh, I love you And if you locked me in the sun To the tinkle I would run Don't laugh, I love you Nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu Nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu… -Ween
The computer says you identify with this... Welcome to the Big Jug Malt Liquor Fresh Mixtape! We here at Big Jug condone excessive drinking, smoking cigarettes and, shit take me to your weed dealer... Disclaimer Big Jug does not divulge information about the ingredients in Big Jug Malt Liquor. There is no information whether it contains crack cocaine or PCP in our records.
Man, people are pretty unforgiving... 'Crazy' I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space Mm-hmm, hmm And when you're out there, without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much Hmm Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That's my only advice Mm Come on now, who do you Who do you, who do you Who do you think you are? Hahaha, bless your soul You really think you're in control? Well I think you're crazy I think you're crazy I think you're crazy Just like me My heroes had… -Gnarls Barkley
Grab a lottery ticket and look at the fine art for a spell. Then grab a bag of pork rinds and a Snapple on your way out. Don't forget your White Owl grape blunt wraps!
This is the beer fueled audio companion to your 1990s Spaz Card or your early millennium Ohio, UFO license. Enjoy! Mask up! Wash your hands!
"Only the smart die young." -Jilly Boal 'Viagra Culture' Every day, my thoughts are consumed by winning I must win At everything I do, I my win My car must win My money must win My house must win My hair must win My kids must win My weiner must win My wife must win My mistress must win Wy trip to the bunny ranch must win
I must win in business I must win when I mow the lawn If I do not win, I am not in control So I must win Again and again I don't need more But I must have it More more Or the game gets old I must win I must win Everyone else must lose Because I must win
We have me the weapon of mass destruction... And it is us
First in war First in guns First in beauty First in fun First in waste, first to first base First in bloody aftertaste First in waste, first to first base First in bloody aftertaste
This is Viagraculture This is the USA
Me: Arnold You: Girls gone wild This is how life must be To keep the sheep asleep Viagra stars Viagra cars Viagra bars Viagra scars
This is Viagraculture This is the USA
This is what you get x4
This is Viagraculture This is the USA
This is what you get x4
Ah nothing is ever enough We get bored when we can't get stuff We like our leaders to be stupid and violent Regular guys like us What's so bad about the fall of Rome When we're the ones who got all the gold Never share anything with anyone else Or you're a bunch of girly men
This is Viagraculture This is the USA
-Revolting Cocks
Beer, Babes and, Vinyl!!!!
'Everything You Can Think' Everything you can think of is true Before the ocean was blue We were lost in a flood Run red with your blood Nigerian skeleton crew Everything you can think of is true The dish ran away with the spoon Dig deep in your heart for that little red glow We're decomposing as we go Everything you can think of is true And fishes make wishes on you We're fighting our way up dreamland's spine
-Tom Waits
Raoul Duke: How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
“One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic. She had changed - as those who take to the water change - and told me she had never died. Instead, she had gone to a spot her dead son had learned about, and had leaped to a realm whose wonders - destined for him as well - he had spurned with a smoking pistol. This was to be my realm, too - I could not escape it. I would never die, but would live with those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth Flounders: the flounder is a bottom feeder and nature and evolution have given it eyes on one side of it's flat body so it is constantly looking upwards as it lays on the bottom of the sea. The flounder is often used as meal in America and I imagine else where for it's readiness and price of it's cheap meat. There are also fresh water flounders which are tiny in size and wouldn't make a good meal. Albeit they have the same physical look as a sea flounder despite there small size; about the size of a quarter. Chili Cheese Flounder Two flounder steaks One can of golden hominy Two pats of butter Two cups of cheddar cheese Chili Powder Paprika Seasoned Salt Thaw the flounder, wrap all the ingredients in tin foil, season to taste. Place on grill at 350 degrees Fahrenheit with lid closed for 35 minutes. Enjoy!
When I am talking to people, I sometimes use reference points, objects, people and other things or items. Over the last few years I have noticed that when I use reference points to explain things it gets confused with my 'self.' I am not sure why this happens, lack of intelligence? Low self esteem on my part or the other party's? Not sure why but, it happens. The world is silly place to live in right now. I hope the coming U.S. election brings some change for the betterment of our society. "some people are into war and others are into threesomes." -Brant Bjork
The animal is innocent. The problem is the gun toting closet homosexuals (tools). Oh, yes! You are the king of rock!!! I mean I'm trying to get to bed at a decent hour, douche! The thing about being Mad Max is that you can get pre-mixed Long Island iced tea and Fireball whiskey without any shame.
'The Coming of Tan' Took a physical odyssey to the fathers of Shabazz With the shamans of the Cherokees Arrived in Nevada, ten miles away from NASA Met the farmer in which he revealed to me the Ohioan crop circles that linked all the star constellations To the nineteenth galaxy The metaphysicist that quote the Roswell New Mexican deserts of Death Valley With E.B.E. – extraterrestrial biological entity Discovering extraordinary memories Glided across Glassland Suddenly seeing illuminations from the seven heavens circle of sand Of Area 51 and 57, separate the schoolkid and reveal the reptilian I seen the CIA transform into the species of Greys The Sabbath seven adding up to seven levels of the Majestic 12 Neoclassic traveller I travel the Twilight Zone with Einstein and Nikola Tesla Walk through the wilderness of Ibilis As the flying disc of Ezekiel The pope stands upon the podium Becomes a Zeta Reticulian Behold the arrival of the Nephi Beware the prophecies of the Tarots Alien spacecraft flying away like Sparrows Study the lost prophetic books of the bible That recites fallen body energies: spiritual survival Flying discs seen in Ezekiel 1:3 Granted Kingu a tablet of destinies Semjase spoke the word of the Bavarian Illuminati I bring forth harmonics of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Annunaki planted the seed where I dwell Either vortex turbines pulling me to hell Awareness upon my savannah is omni dimensional Grey species has a common memory complex of the social Liquid crystal colloidal membranes responding To the spectrum of the universal intelligence matrix The basis is that extraterrestrials created Christ And have a device that recorded all of Earth's history And can display it in the form of a hologram precise Construction of synthetic humanoids is among us You have entered the Land of Nod To face the deafening thunders and the spiritual wonders Because the harvest now is coming Beware the worldwide ancient tunnel system The government is running Hectic! Verbal slaughterer of the Judeo-Christian ethic
[Interlude] Hare Rāma Hare Rāma Rāma Rāma Hare Hare Hare Rāma Hare Rāma Rāma Rāma Hare Hare
And the world has turned on the last spin The coming of Tan to this wicked land And the world has turned on the last spin The coming of Tan to this wicked land
Fled with the five, led through a European wooded ravine And seen Stonehenge connect and bring upon the Annunaki The highest Kabbalah's mystic chants "b'nai Elohim" And looks to the sky for prophecy was abducted in Nebraska Then taken back to the laboratory Experiment performed before me Nonearthly alien autopsy Psycho social biological and electro- Magnetic manipulation of human consciousness The Vulcan walks about the abyss
The Verbal Hologram: royal killer like Shorgize Speak Babylonian and Hebrew, Genesis like the star gods Blessed by Biaviians like the French theologians Antichrist is coming in the form of a powerful Roman Development of AIDS was funded in 1969 for the seven Injected into the hundred million Africans in '77 Cuneiform inscriptions in Western Asia of the Nabu Dwell in hell, celestial bodies: twelve like Kathabu But I can rob you of your spirit soul like Xenu Elders imprisoned, negative paraphysical beings we knew Function outside the time track like Essassani I chose to be enclosed and I fold too like origami Comprehend the theory of reflection like Paramātmā In the epic Sanskrit history of the world like Mahabharata Praise to His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
And the world has turned on the last spin The coming of Tan to this wicked land And the world has turned on the last spin The coming of Tan to this wicked land -Jedi Mind Tricks
'Elephant Talk' Talk, it's only talk Arguments, agreements, advice, answers, Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker Brouhaha, boulder dash, ballyhoo It's only talk Back talk Talk talk talk, it's only talk Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat, Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, talk, it's only talk Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialogue, duologue, diatribe, Dissention,… -King Crimson
"Politicians are sounding like strippers to me. They say ooo, baby you want me? Well, you can get this lap dance here for free." -N.E.R.D. (Lap dance)
When the budget says you can't buy new records; spin some hip-hop. Isn't that why you started this madness in the first place?
Welcome to the Dilly Wompus Machine where we make the Spin Blobs and the Cheese Geeks. I reckon all I care about its TuPac and the Dilly Wompus...
"A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly He's also known as a busta (Busta, busta) Always talkin' about what he wants And just sits on his broke ass" -TLC (No Scrubs)
"A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by My rimmed up blue brand new sparklin' five Her feet hurt so you know she want a ride But she frontin' like she can't say hi What? " -Sporty Theivez (No Pigeons)
What the fuck is wrong with people?! They think they magic. They dream butthole shit. Supreme butthole shit. Flaming jackasses is the norm. Trump will win... (the depiction of the donkey has no political affiliation)
Maybell Foster was born in a cabin outside of a town called Daisygrove, Vermont. After her parents died, she moved into town above Pop’s Tavern. She played her electric organ every evening at Pop’s covering rock and roll songs and singing. It paid the bills and rent. One summer night she was playing and it was going quite well. A man came up to her afterwards and with a Southern accent said, that he would like her to go on tour with him around the Eastern and Mideastern parts of the United States. She thought, this could be my big break. The man introduced himself as Potbelly Sam a road manager. She packed her things and said, goodbye to the people of Daisygrove and Pop’s that week and left for her dream of being an organ player. They traveled to Kansas, Ohio, Illinois, and even some Southern states. All was going well. One Halloween night a couple of years later they were in a town called Dalton, Ohio. She had a gig at a fellowship hall at the Dalton Baptist Church. She played her songs and felt she was doing quite well. After she was done a few attendants of the concert surrounded her outside. They called her a witch and said, rock and roll was the devil’s music. They grabbed here while Sam was collecting the money. They put her in the back of a station wagon and drove her to a local pond. The meanest of the bunch grabbed her and said, this is what we do to witches! He and the others drown her in the pond. To this day it is said, if you look into the pond and see your reflection in the murky water. Maybell’s lifeless body will appear and your dreams will be shattered and your life will be in ruins. Happy Halloween!
I have this friend who is poly-sexual or something. I don't quite understand it myself and that is neither here nor there. But, she is my friend and has been throughout this pandemic. She told me that she has bouts with insomnia. I first suggested Buckethead's album Colma. Which worked for her as it did for me years ago. I then had this zany idea to make a mix to chill her out. Let's all see if I am a bad friend. Here you go. Enjoy!
Though I am white, I am not as privileged as the people I know. Including my own family. For over a decade now I watch everyone else get ahead while fucking God destroys my life. They all have this great plan for me being them and don't even know or care what I do. Yep, it all revolves around you and your wonderful lives. Me? Thinks about suicide everyday. Walk in my shoes, you wouldn't even be able to tie the laces. Keep being full of yourself. Fool of yourself. "God's not a woman, he's a bitch." -Sage Francis (Sun and Moon)
The other day my Mom sent me an email about church. She has been trying to get me to come back to church. The email from a pastor said, in short everyone at church is a failure. I was already feeling down so this email was salt in the wound. So I am a failure? And how are you mother a failure with all the money you have and planning to buy a new car and European vacations? So, you are calling me a failure and preying on my weak feelings to get me to go to church. Church also, why do I need to go to church to talk to God? Why? Because, church is a gathering place not unlike a bar where you can meet people for opportunities. Next...God...okay he created us and we are supposed to worship him/her/it to go to heaven. But, I have had nary a prayer answered by God. Okay he/she/it doesn't answer prayers but, gave us these rules to live by and a son who forgave our sins. Well, I'm a good person (better than most Christians)and I can forgive myself and my sins. I think it is bullshit and I would like all religions to come clean! What a load of shit. All that I've seen and done I really don't think I can believe in some hippie on a cross and a white bearded man sitting on a cloud. Let's get real and you know what show me something good and real. Really. I think you have failed and I am just a victim of your failure. Whatever happens to me is not my fault. I know I have done the right things. It's your fault. Yes, yours...
'Cop Killer' I got my black shirt on. I got my black gloves on. I got my ski mask on. This shit's been too long. I got my twelve gauge sawed off. I got my headlights turned off. I'm 'bout to bust some shots off. I'm 'bout to dust some cops off. I'm a cop killer, better you than me. Cop killer, fuck police brutality! Cop killer, I know your family's grieving, (fuck 'em!) Cop killer, but tonight we get even, ha ha. I got my brain on hype. Tonight will be your night. I got this long-assed knife. And your neck looks just right. My adrenaline's pumpin'. I got my stereo bumpin'. I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'. A pig stopped me for nuthin'! Cop killer, better you than me. Cop killer, fuck police brutality! Cop killer, I know your momma's grieving, (fuck her!) Cop killer, but tonight… -Body Count
She was an aspiring artist and feminist, now she's dead He was a pedophile and loner, now he's dead He worked hard and took care of his family, now he's dead He was a minister and a pillar of the community, now he's dead She was a nun who volunteered at the hospital, now she's dead He was a martial arts instructor and MMA fighter, now he's dead He was a crooked cop and drank everyday, now he's dead She was a good mother and everyone liked her, now she's dead Against all odds he learned to walk again, now he's dead How is your penis covered in feathers and your golden pussy?
Do I need a mask for my cat?
"Dogs and cats living together: mass hysteria!" -Ray Stantz
Welcome to Covid Corner. Covid Corner is a place in your dwelling where you keep things that you have not sanitized, that you bring back from a public place. Myself, I have several Covid Corners. The first rule of Covid Corner is: You talk about Covid Corner because, people may learn from it or be entertained by your insanity or sense of humor. The second rule of Covid Corner is that items must stay in the Covid Corner for at least seven days. So, you should have a seven day supply from the last Covid Corner to make it to the new Covid Corner. If an item needs to come out of the Covid Corner before seven days it must be sanitized and sit for twenty four hours. If this is you first Covid Corner, you have to be patient.
I made fried okra and shrimp the other day. If you are jealous think about all the dishes I had to do. On a more serious note: I am tired of this democrat mayor we have. Yesterday he brought big garbage cans for everyone to use. I mean the size of it I won't have to take it out for three weeks. And I love taking ou the trash. Then I was driving on these nice roads he paved, I miss the potholes and flat tires. I love to suffer. Life should be like chewing on glass. I am voting republican next time. I really like to have a hard time and live in fear. Trump 2020!!!
Criminal Records in Atlanta, Georgia is crap. Yeah, I got beef. Never buy records from them. It took them almost a month to get me my records when I got them they were the wrong ones. I reluctantly sent them back and now over a month later I have no records. Rip off! They also go by another name on Discogs: Criminal Rewind. Blah!!! Mr. Oswald
We are a movement of people who identify or even want to be trans-Lyndon B. Johnson. Have you, your entire life been puzzled of why you identify with our 37th president? Then join us. Even if your are a Republican who identifies with the Democratic leader Lyndon B. Johnson. Take pride in being L.B.J. !!!!!
'Pets' Children are innocent Teenagagers are fucked up in the head Adults are even more fucked up And elderlies are like children Will there be another race To come along and take over for us? Maybe martians could do Better than we've done We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! My friend says we're like the dinosaurs Only we are doing ourselves in Much faster than they Ever did We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make great pets! We'll make… -Porno For Pyros
'Sports' Baseball Basketball Weiner dog Short shorts Cigarette Surf board Ping pong Rugby ball Wiener dog Skiing Down on the beach Sports Sports Sports Sports Beach ball Volleyball Naked girls And naked boys Do the dance Down on the beach Smoking dope Short shorts Cigarette (Wiener dog) Getting high in the morning Buying things off the internet Sports Sports Sports Sports Getting high in the morning Not answering calls Volleyball Beach ball Surfboard Baseballs Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports sports… -Viagra Boys
Further, in the National Museum of Valetta (In Malta) one can see... a wonderful 'Sleeping Lady' discovered in the main chamber of Hypogeum (a word meaning under the earth')... Tiny yet monumental she reclines as though she were a goddess receiving a dream. There has been some guesswork about the possibility of a "dream cult" connected to the structures. Perhaps a vestal virgin, or better, a queen bee, this goddess in human form was fed on tidbits and delicacies, lived in the temple and dreamed rich dreams for the priests to interpret. (Riddles of the Stone Age) (Apocalypse Culture. Adam Parfrey. 1990. Feral House)
Decades ago, I would talk to certain people who would tell me that twenty three was the number of the conspiracy. Yesterday I was joking about that to myself.
Dear Diary, At least I can make myself laugh and I don't take myself too seriously. Certain people in my life make it very hard to get things done logically. I have to be a goddamn zen master. Lack of respect and nary listening to what I have to say make me crazy. These people are genetically related to me in other words, blood. Also, I have been trying to get a job for years. Everyone is on my case and it seems the world wants me on my knees. In regard to a job. I am not sure I could do a regular job. I have seen too much to just take orders from some boss that has no idea what I have been through and experienced. Let alone co-workers who act like imbeciles. Especially during the pandemic. I really don't think I could work with a Karen or Kevin for example. On another note, I saw a post on social media from Ice Cube, this is not an exact quote but, rang true yesterday. 'Even if you are not into conspiracies or paranoid theories, You have to honestly admit there is something very wrong with our world right now.' So, I guess be a Goddamn Zen Master ...Ohmmmmmmmm...Goddamnit....Ohmmm...
...and the goths into hippies...and the skaters into hillbillies...and the punks into metalheads...and the metalheads into slaves...and the jocks were always fake...and 'everyone I went to high school with is dead...' (photograph of mushroom by me)
"...at least I'm enjoying the ride..." -The Grateful Dead I think I only like God when I've been drinking. So, every evening I'm in the house of the Lord. "God's away on business." -Tom Waits "A drunk when he prays." -Tom Waits "You do have to live like a refugee." -Pom Tetty
'Bullet in the Head' This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue, when ya blood was red That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head, blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen, you was mesmerized Cellular phones, soundin' a death tone Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mothafuckas lost their minds!
[Chorus] Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say "how high?" Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say "how high?" Run it
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus] Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say "how high?" Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say "how high?"
[Verse 2] Checka, checka, check it out They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mothafuckas lost their minds! No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again, jack, and then rewind the tape And then play it again, and again, and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump and ya say "how high?" Ya braindead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
[Chorus] Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high, yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high
[Bridge] Ugh Yeah Yeah Fuck Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya got a bullet in ya head Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya got a bullet in ya head
[Outro] A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in the head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head Yeah Yeah -Rage Against The Machine
I got a pair of harem pants. I kept seeing all these ads for these weird baggy pants. So I investigated them and bought a pair. They look different but, are really comfortable. They also give you a lot of room to move and they seem to 'bring sexy back.' I had underwear on when I first tried them on but, found out that they are much better when you are freeballing.
Every artist must have a public persona they must display to the public to compliment their art. My persona is that I sit brooding all day dressed in black with cape. I only drink coffee and whiskey and, only eat dry toast. I light red candles on my mantle every morning at 5am and cry about my ex-girlfriend. I paint my finger nails black and smoke unfiltered cigarettes. I paint pictures of skulls with snakes on them and cut myself. I am allergic to perfume and sleep standing up. In public I wear white mask to hide my loathing for other humans. I have seven cats that sleep with me and go to bed at midnight. My only friend is a witch who is also a taxidermist. Tuesday's are sage day.
The Whales of Walborn I was investigating The Toadman of Louisville, Ohio and staying at a Holiday Inn in Alliance, Ohio. The hotel was connected to an almost abandoned mall. The pool was closed and the small movie theater was also. I sat on the curb and smoked my e-cigarette and drank from my Wendy’s cup filled with a Walmart brand IPA. I said, screw this scene as my investigations of the Toadman only led me to an abandoned area in Louisville where a toad like man was fishing with his homeless friend. They were friendly and weird but, not cryptids. When I felt sleepy and decided to call it a night, I got a call from the front desk who said, a man named Lerp or Laper had left me a message at the desk. I went down and got the envelope. I went back up to the room expecting to check out the next day. The note had a map to a reservoir called Walborn not far from Alliance. The note said, that he was sure there was a whale in the lake and I should check it out. I called desk against my better judgement and wallet to stay two more days. The next day I took the map and went to the reservoir to investigate. I asked some locals if they had heard anything about a whale. They laughed and said, that was bullshit. As I was leaving a woman came up to me and said, she had seen something basking on the shore a couple of years ago that was quite large but, she had been smoking marijuana. I had smoked marijuana in the past and thought well I have never really hallucinated. She told me to go up Reeder Road and ask a man who had a fountain in his pond about it. He said he and his wife used to have a pontoon boat and were on the lake with friends and something hit their boat underneath. They thought it was a fallen tree or rock but, as they looked out the back of the boat something seemed to be swimming away. The more I investigated the more stories around the area I heard of something the size of a juvenile beluga whale with spiny fins and tail. The next day I booked a few more days in the vacant hotel and went out again. I walked around the lake several times and a fisherman asked why I was walking around so much. I said I was looking for a whale. He handed me a large tooth and said, it gave him good luck but, he would part with it for a hundred dollars. I gave him the Benjamin, and again, against my better judgement and found a local university biology department to have it analyzed. A couple of days later they called me and said it was a channel catfish bone. I asked them if it could be from something as large as a whale. They replied that nothing that big could live in a lake that size. But, from all of the stories I heard from the locals I’d still be careful out there in a kayak. Chris Nelligan, Cryptozoologist “There’s work and there’s labor.” -Stan Horace “Take your whack rhyme and make it better.” -KRS-One
You should be aware by now that the Corona Virus is an extraterrestrial derived virus. The E.B.E.s and the World Council are preparing us for the alien take over. The aliens will cure us of the virus, however, there is a price. We will become pets and some of us food for their amusement and hunger. If you are tired of wearing a mask and all your friends make fun of you for it; here is an alternative. Crack cocaine, yes crack cocaine. Just a puff before bedtime and in the morning, and you are immune to the virus and mind control from the extraterrestrials. You might say, well I don't want to be a crackhead! You're in luck, you only have to smoke it for six months and then come to our relaxation resort for detox. You will be immune for the rest of your life. Does all this sound good? Well it should you are you and no one can take that away. So, head over to www.crackbong.edu for your free sample and start your journey to freedom! The first one is always free!!! Thank you and God speed, Bill Haas CEO. Crack Bong Inc. (Crack Bong Inc. is a subsidiary of Dinosaur Church Unlimited. L14CR67LL148)
Time to go! Ready to check out! You got me trapped, are you proud of YOU, you bitch. Fuck you, cunt Jesus. It's time for me to go! Sleep well, you're a fucking angel. Bitch ass cunt! Cuntity, fuck, cunity, fuck, cuntity, fuck. You know what would be awesome if I went to bed tonight and never woke up! Seriously, FUCK YOU! Smash your baby's head in with a hammer. AR-15 on the roof on Labor Day! Good Bye!!!!
The Red Red Rescue... Do it to him and there's hell to pay. Do it you and it's a-okay. He can dish it but he can't take it and, that ain't good.
Well, you made it! You were one of the few that passed the Dolphin Corp. exams. We take pride in you being one of the smart ones! Now, we will watch TV shows about you. If we could we would have snuff TV and slaves but, there are too many goodie two shoes around. We're privileged that way. We'll contact your family. So, they can believe that you still think it's 1996. After all that's you. Let's listen to some Tool. The pandemic? We already lost a bunch of employees but, you're smarter than that. Oh, Ghetto Johnny the janitor...rest assured he's top notch after all he's part of Dolphin Corp.! He doesn't need to wear a mask that's just him. Oh, BTW, vampires will suck your blood and zombies will eat your brains. That's what they identify with. So, congrats on being a Dolphin Corp. employee. You're the smartest animal in the sea of shit. Steve Adams CEO
It's just a song... It's just a TV show... It's just a movie... Okay, you really got the blue light special on bright, guy. My favorite professional wrestler is The Big Show. Evian water.
Facade: : a false, superficial, or artificial appearance or effect "The grand facade soon will burn." -Peter Gabriel (In Your Eyes)
Black Lives Matter
Sit down for a couple of hours this weekend, alone. No music, no TV, no friends, no family, etc... Think about everything going on in the world. I think you will find that your hate is not really you. I think you are subject to the curtain. I think you are afraid. I am afraid. I can say that. I can say I am afraid and still be a man (or a woman). The hate is fear and no, I don't think anyone will hurt you. They may yell, they may get upset but, not hurt you. Unless they are so saddened by and afraid of you. They have a curtain up, a facade. They are afraid so afraid that they feel like they are backed into a corner and want to bite and snap at you. I am afraid. Just say it. Drop the curtain and say it. You are afraid!
Other than that enjoy the tunes more to come later...
'Waiting for the Sun' At first flash of Eden We race down to the sea Standing there on freedom's shore
Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun
Can you feel it Now that Spring has come That it's time to live in the scattered sun
Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun Waiting,, waiting,, waiting,, waiting, waiting,, waiting,, waiting,, waiting
Waiting for you to come along Waiting for you to hear my song Waiting for you to come along Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest life I've ever known... -The Doors
Miss Dawn is a madam at a New York City brothel in 1976. She gets tired of being hassled by the police and clients. She decides to move back to Mobile, Alabama to live with her grandmother. During a thunderstorm late one night; her grandmother tells her that she is the hybrid of extra-terrestrials and a voodoo priestess. She is to bring about the human apocalypse using animals as the catalyst. She moves back to New York City and uses alien technology and voodoo magic to start killing and turning humans into animals. Her only opposition is a bumbling New York detective. Dawn of the Animals!!!! (BTW, It took me two hours to do the artwork for this and four hours to record. "Do work son!" -Big Black {RIP})
Your dog hates the mail carrier and so does the United States Government right now. Support the United States Postal Service. You can buy stamps online to mail a dirty picture to your girlfriend or boyfriend. You can mail a cassette to a friend in Albuquerque, New Mexico. You can send a letter to your Grandparents explaining how they are irrelevant but, you still love them. Or, better yet mail letters to your congressman and/or senator explaining how people still need the mail to get prescriptions, coupons and, even support their income. With out the USPS I would not be able to bring you these cool grooves that I collect from all parts of America from people including myself who sell records. Please take this into consideration next time you see your mail carrier who needs his or her job to eat and have shelter. Don't let another thing we all love collapse under the wake of the current and past administrations. Make America Cool Again!!!!
I know a few people who are into metal and/or Satan. Yes, you're evil, okay, 666 Devil Satan. The thing is, you are not evil. You really have no idea what evil is. If you want to see evil join a country club and get some golf clubs. Go there on a Tuesday at about 1:30pm. Why is no one at work you may ask yourself? While I am at work these people are drinking beer and playing golf? They don't have to work. But, they are about my age and I have to work. Yep, they own the company you work for. They own you. Some of them you'll never see at your job but, they own part of the company you work for and go to church. Their wives shop for the beer for countless parties at noon. You've seen them, well dressed in front of you at the grocery store, while you buy whatever is cheap. So, nine, according to the companion to the Satanic Bible and Anton Lavey and all that shit is the true number of the Devil. Try listening to some Dave Matthews or the local pop country station and don't name your dog Odin. Then you will know the true power of Satan!!!! Hail The Prince of Darkness, The Fallen One!!! Lmfao!!!
'Waltzing Matilda' Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolibah tree, He sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me He sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled, you'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong, Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee, he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag, you'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda you'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag, You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Up rode the squatter, mounted on his… -Slim Dusty
Nope this is not me. This is me. I have several silent partnerships in businesses. I live in rural northern Georgia. You know off that state route up that paved road in the woods. I have a deck that overlooks a creek in a ravine. Above that is my bedroom and DJ booth. Such plush. That faces south. From the sliding doors and porch underneath the deck inside is a tavern with a fireplace all made of local stone. Off to the east is my living room from those sliding glass doors is my dog park that is a hundred yards long and fifty yards wide for Rocket. Lots of sniffing everyday to be done as I have my morning Pellegrino water. Off to the west is my den. I keep my 1,000,000 and counting records in there with my books. The kitchen is nice. My well-paid maid flies in once a week to clean. The bedroom has a winding staircase to go down to the tavern if need be. Of course, I have several guest bedrooms for you to stay in. On nice days I go mushroom hunting and hiking on my thousand-acre property. We have a few trails to keep you satisfied. Last week I went to Maine for lobster. Eight years ago, I went to Roswell to get a few Instagram photos of the famous sign. Berlin this weekend after Thursday’s record digging in London which I will have shipped home. Oh, I forgot to mention I have a beach house on the southern coast of Georgia which I mostly rent out. I’m so busy all the time. I grow my own weed but, in case of a bad season it’s cool. Internet out there well, I supply that to my neighbors. The Devil, Lol! Pizza! “I see your fantasy and you want to make it a reality!” -Rock 107, Can’ton, Ohio.
You've seen them a million times. The arch nemesis of the classic Bic lighter. No fancy artwork on these puppies. Clear colored plastic to tell how much fluid you have. You can take the flame guard off and adjust the flame size to make a mini flamethrower. Who knows if people smoke crack with them or not? The crack lighter.
I am getting in my flying car and teleporting to the year 2000 A.D. So I can live by the song and apply meaning to everything. So much meaning; it all means so much. "We've seen the movies." -Eddie Murphy
Get ready for some coochie poppin', nut bustin', cum filled drawers. Big 'ol asses, big fat dicks and, freaks of all walks of life. Sexual escapades beyond the laws of normal women and men. I might even stick a flying squirrel in your pussy. If you take this to heart or too seriously, it's time to sit back and rethink your life. Nothing can be that extreme on either end of the spectrum. Just listen, laugh and, chill the fuck out! You are driving me crazy! WTF?! *Note...a message from The Devil: Don't keep it in your pants. Masturbate furiously, there's a pandemic going on! (God approves this message). Thank you!
Seven is a mystical number to some people. This is number seven in my series of juxtapose samples and their counter part songs. "Maybe something good, maybe something bad but, we'll never know..." -Ren (Ren and Stimpy, Space Madness)
"There's no one like YOU..." -Scorpions If I get a job, I want a career. Tired of your threats and fear. I'm doing a shot and a beer. Minimum wage is queer. Ya hear? I got a degree but that ain't me. So tell me something good ya see. Cuz this shit ain't shit, B. I, I, I, You? I'm nobody...and I'd rather be that than your all important YOU!
'Big Mouth' A big mouth, a big mouth There's a rumor bein' spread about me and the crew About somethin' we did or supposed to do You might not have heard it or maybe you have But when I first heard it all I did was laugh I used to get angry and all uptight But you could say what you want, just spell my name right 'Cause all I'm ever guilty of is rockin' the house But that's not what the rumor was all about Now if you're like Yvette tell all your friends And if you don't wait until you see me again This way I could hear it from the horses mouth And right then and there we could straighten it out Because I don't get involved with he said, she said So take my advice and quit while you're ahead Because one day I might not laugh The day your mouth writes the check your… -Whodini
What a week... Tuesday I got a flat tire. Then the jack handle was gone. Thursday I got it fixed. Thursday the truck latch kept automatically popping the trunk open and closed. I took apart the apparatus and fixed it. On my way to mail a record out today before I left the house the electric went off. This now...ten hours later it came back on. I lived in the 1700s for the last ten hours. Sorry I couldn't mail your record today. I blame this all on the white supremacist city of Canton, Ohio. The thing that popped my tire was a carved piece of stone. The techs that fixed it said, they had never seen anything like it. Nazi scum, if you know anyone who is into vikings they are Nazis and white supremacists. Not that vikings were but, Hitler was a nut on the subject. Call in the Federal Bureau of Investigation on this stalker, white supremacist town!
Yesterday for reasons unbeknownst to me I consumed a large amount of orange flavored beverages and watched commercials from 1996 on YouTube. 'Here I Go Again On My Own' No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I sure know where I've been Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time Though I keep searchin' for an answer I never seem to find what I'm lookin' for Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on 'Cause I know what it means To walk along the lonely street of dreams And here I go again on my own Goin' down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time Just another heart in need of rescue Waiting on love's sweet charity I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days 'Cause I know what it means To walk along the lonely street of dreams And here I go again on my own Goin' down the only road I've… -Whitesnake
C'mon, Karen and Kevin are having a party! They have a pool too. We can play Twister. Give everyone a big hug. I hope they have a make out room. OMG!!!! Pass the blunt!!! Everything is normal!!!
When I was painting and drawing daily, I used to get requests to do artwork for people. They would say, oh Thad can you draw this, can you paint this and I would. But, then the person would just sort of forget they asked and never pay or mention it again. The first time this happened was a painting of a rooster I still have.
Dirty Mack Mike, he's talking behind your back, his girlfriend has a guilty look when she meets you and, his mentality is like an old school Adam Sandler movie. Never send a woman to do your dirty work. When women think they have the upper hand they leak.