There's good hip hop and then there's the kind which goes boom-rest-boom-boom-rest ... and repeat ... at maybe eighty beats per minute or less. This is sex music for old, fat people (i.e. Republicans).
Every boomcar anywhere has this beat blasting out at a thousand decibels or so to advertise the fact the driver could not possibly be having any sex at this time and is not likely to ever have any sex.
Then the DJ started talking and related the color of smoky amethyst in terms of underwear which didn't quite come clean in the laundry. ("The Morning Show" in Fort Worth. Unknown which call letters.) This was when I decided I had heard enough radio for this year. Five minutes was sufficient.
There was education as I learned Nicki Minaj is a clear warning to the world of what things would be like if toilets could talk. With the foul way this baggage writes, you still have time to criticize my language. Two words: fuck you!
(Ed: now you hate her more than Taylor Swift?)
Nah, I don't hate any of them. They're just so fookin' boring. Keith Moon drove Lincolns into swimming pools. Taylor Swift gets into a little Twitter tiff with Nicki Minaj. That's boring with modern amplification.
The biggest rebel outrage we have is Justin Bieber throwing eggs and getting speeding tickets.
These people are sexy like a Donald Trump after-hours party with old, fat, pasty, rich white crumpets rolling around and sweating ... all to a hip hop beat. It would be like a croissant orgy at a bakery.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
There is good news, however. The boomcar people across the street have finally attracted the interest of the law and drew three police cruisers ... at three in the morning.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ...
It's a novel situation to be smoking a bowl while you watch cops busting someone else. Life can be unusual like that.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest
Throw snare hits wherever you like. The audience is all on crack and can only tell if the music is on or off.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
I fookin' hate that beat worse than Brussel sprouts, fire ants, and people who come to your door with a Bible.
Historical note: Adventist missionaries destroyed a native culture in Peru some days ago. The tribe had never been previously contacted but the missionaries 'reached out' and left religious paraphernalia along with possibly infectious disease. The Peruvian government will now intervene with the tribe to ensure they stay healthy as they are vulnerable to infection from outside contact. This guarantees acculturation of the tribe and the Adventists are directly accountable for destroying it.
Boom ... boom ... boom ... boom ... boom
(Ed: What the hell was that?)
M-60 machine gun - Still the best solution for bad hip hop and/or missionaries
Every boomcar anywhere has this beat blasting out at a thousand decibels or so to advertise the fact the driver could not possibly be having any sex at this time and is not likely to ever have any sex.
Then the DJ started talking and related the color of smoky amethyst in terms of underwear which didn't quite come clean in the laundry. ("The Morning Show" in Fort Worth. Unknown which call letters.) This was when I decided I had heard enough radio for this year. Five minutes was sufficient.
There was education as I learned Nicki Minaj is a clear warning to the world of what things would be like if toilets could talk. With the foul way this baggage writes, you still have time to criticize my language. Two words: fuck you!
(Ed: now you hate her more than Taylor Swift?)
Nah, I don't hate any of them. They're just so fookin' boring. Keith Moon drove Lincolns into swimming pools. Taylor Swift gets into a little Twitter tiff with Nicki Minaj. That's boring with modern amplification.
The biggest rebel outrage we have is Justin Bieber throwing eggs and getting speeding tickets.
These people are sexy like a Donald Trump after-hours party with old, fat, pasty, rich white crumpets rolling around and sweating ... all to a hip hop beat. It would be like a croissant orgy at a bakery.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
There is good news, however. The boomcar people across the street have finally attracted the interest of the law and drew three police cruisers ... at three in the morning.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ...
It's a novel situation to be smoking a bowl while you watch cops busting someone else. Life can be unusual like that.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest
Throw snare hits wherever you like. The audience is all on crack and can only tell if the music is on or off.
Boom ... rest ... boom boom ... rest ... and
I fookin' hate that beat worse than Brussel sprouts, fire ants, and people who come to your door with a Bible.
Historical note: Adventist missionaries destroyed a native culture in Peru some days ago. The tribe had never been previously contacted but the missionaries 'reached out' and left religious paraphernalia along with possibly infectious disease. The Peruvian government will now intervene with the tribe to ensure they stay healthy as they are vulnerable to infection from outside contact. This guarantees acculturation of the tribe and the Adventists are directly accountable for destroying it.
Boom ... boom ... boom ... boom ... boom
(Ed: What the hell was that?)
M-60 machine gun - Still the best solution for bad hip hop and/or missionaries
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