scribble jam 2058.

i should have stayed at home, smoking weed and lifting weights.
instead, i went to ohio by way of interstates.
we got pulled over once, and i thought "this is great."
the flashing lights meant one thing: we'd get there late.
speeding tickets aside, the trip was straight.
i started selling cd's at annie's once i was in the gate.
i saw some dude with fried fish on a dinner plate.
i bet an hour later, his shit was liquid rape.
matt had on a "seezmics" shirt and tried to imitate.
i told him to hit puberty right to the bitch's face.
he started crying and asking if he could get a break.
i just pissed in his beer, then said "kids these days."
i ripped the prelims, so on saturday i hit the stage.
unfortunately, my first line was a big mistake.
i got the year wrong and won't watch when i get the tape.
oh well, at least i'm not getting butchered for oil in kuwait.
it could've been worse, some people missed their plane.
the homies from albany did, and they were filled with rage.
but at least we got to see a couple hotties with their tits displayed.
too bad the biggest pairs were always with the biggest waists.
anyway, this rhyme scheme is a bitch to make.
oops, i already used bitch in a different place.
i guess i better get a razor out and trim my legs.
some people don't like hairy mc's... even in 2058.

well, come.

this is where i will be adding the shows we don't have, the albums we aren't releasing, and the thoughts we are not willing to share. be sure not to check back regularly.