the most exciting thing i do now is get drunk and yell at bravo's "work of art: the next great artist". f*cking hacks!
i guess i can take solace in the fact that everyone else around me is sad and miserable too. were a group of great underachievers. the best in the biz. the big cheeses, the head haunchos. honchos?
i need to work on my esthpanols.
i wish my life was exciting like the x-files.
a-dawg wants me to travel to europe with her. for like, months. it would be one of those 'once-in-a-lifetime' experiences everyones always talkin about. itd be downright magical.
but alas, the odds of me being financially secure by then are the same as me actually winning the lottery. which as of now is my obi-wan kenobi. you know, my only hope.
you have a face like an insect, it makes me sick
you like incest like flowers in the attic
your rap is wreck'd, stinks like fecal matter
you spit like diarrhea, splatter splatter
get some wet wipes, clean yourself up
scraped knees, youre little league, i win world cups
i got million dollar sneaks, you got dollar store flip flops
youre the gallagher of teen pop
im the mitch headberg of hip hop
rest in peace funny man
thats all i got for now.
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