Yo aiiyo people wonderin' where the fuck I been
At the VIP section they ain't lettin' me in
They say; maybe if you had Dr. Dre or Timbaland
They say; a white boy need a black boy to win
Uhh Bubba Sparxx did it and so did Slim
Just Blaze is hot now why don't you get with him
I watch mad rappers bite my shit and blow up
And make millions of what I created, that's tough luck
I first started gettin' coverage around the same time
Steve Stout used to carry kid and placed luggage
I seen rappers turned from sex symbols in hard throbs
To bein forgotten now they out lookin' for jobs
I seen EPMD break up
I seen my little brother Max fall asleep and he ain't never wake up
So when I rhyme listen, seriously
When I spit I'm givin' you the truth clearly who I really be
It's an audio version of reality TV
I had deals from Russell Simmonds to Master P
Even five year old white girls be rappin' today
On the playground like 'go shorty it's ya birthday' (Go, go, go..)

Yo yo yo I seen good days sun rays church sundays
Made love made war been rich been poor
Lost friends lost hoods lost my dough
Seen beef between Bad Boy and Death Row
I seen deceased take the life for my sisters kid
Six months on the earth is what he had to live
I seen Biggie Big L Big Pun pass away
Buffy from the Fat Boys, Jam Master Jay
I mumple 'fore they blew up with Mystikal and Jay-Z
The Neptunes came to see me at D & D
I knew this chick named Norah a lounge singer
A year later she a six Grammy award winner
I seen flatliners I seen cannabisses
I seen Lil Zane see I seen mad misses
You ran through that ten percent disses
I seen A & R's get fired for takin' pisses
Stop whinin' the fuck nobody listens
Who else riskin' they career they stick to be indifferent
Switchin' the tradition stickin' to this shit they really livin'
I don't care what's hittin
Listen this is my fuckin' life that I'm spittin

I made peace with myself now how bout that
I hated life I wanted to die a few years back
I was mentally ill it's hard to come back from that
But I got through it now I got my sanity back
Y'all are like H-B-O fighters get the money and fame
Get beat up like Klitschko and Sugar Shane
Or get beat like Vernon Forrest or Prince Naseem
And you all turn pussy when you get that green
I got love for Havoc from Mobb Deep
When I was broke sleepin' in the street
He hooked me up with a free beat
Alchemist you still my little buddy
Althought you stole that Royce the 5"9 +The King+ beat from me
I ain't down to sign autographs and shake ya hands
I don't want trendy ass followers as fans
I don't wanna sell records, I don't wanna be big
I don't want MTV runnin' up in my crib
I don't wanna be light in the music biz
I don't want fans that don't know who G Rap is

Aiyyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
(I love to-to) order three buckets of mo-mo
We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan hate me? cause your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wack
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
Im fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- whatever!
Ima storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off
With a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
While Im at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then I bag this chick, with a, hi, and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could already imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like, dat fucking guy!

Hows that yo? its hard for you to swallow
It dont take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? , how we do? (how we do)
(how the girl dont only love me, they love you!)
Whatchu gonna do? (what, what, what? )
Nigga whatchu gonna do? (what, yo)

Heres to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker wont change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain?
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I aint even know they made a roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
Its over you dead, ranger rover, both of your legs
Til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, nigga

Two things I'd like to say to R. Van Winkle: a) You're a Dick b) Can I Have your Autograph

>> ^yourhydra:
its me


can i hab your autograph?

May I have your autograph?

i thought most 'indie'/upcoming bands did that, at least meeting with the public after shows? most of the bands i go see stay and drink a couple beers with fans, giving out autographs if people want it, talking about their music, etc.

and indeed, it really helps them sell their merch, people really appreciate bands taking the time for a friendly chat.

He does ask the security guards to do their job. They should not have let the crowd get so close. The crowd does seem out for blood. When I was a kid I went to a few wrestling matches. It was Stampede wrestling in Calgary. The crowds (including myself) went crazy. There were a lot of fights afterwards.

After one show some friends and I went to the back of the arena to see the wrestlers. There were "good" guy wrestlers and "bad" guy wrestlers hanging around. I saw a guy called Honky Tonk Wayne, he was a "bad" guy. (he went on to the WWF as The Honky Tonk Man and did quite well) He looked like Las Vegas Elvis with attitude. As a joke I went up to him for an autograph.

"Hey Honky Tonk, can I get an autograph?"

"FUCK OFF KID!" he snarled

"Honky Tonk, didn't you used to charge kids for your autograph?" asked his buddy

"I did, but the little fuckers wouldn't pay a buck!" was his reply

My eyes wide open and my jaw dropped, I slunk back to my friends.

I'll admit it took me a few years before I realized he was one of the greatest show men on earth. He never broke character. He played the bad ass right to the end.

My point being, both the wrestler and the audience participate in the play. Some of the wrestlers are more "method" actors. And like I said before, I don't follow wrestling now so I don't know what Chris Jericho's character is.

Awesome flick! Got an autographed pic of Rowdy Roddy Piper standing in front of the graffiti wall from the movie, dressed up in his outfit from the opening scene hangin' on my wall.

I'm sorry, I'm busy talking to human beings right now. Could you call back when you evolve?

In reply to this comment by gorillaman:
You don't like me? Don't want to talk to me? Then don't start stupid shit with me.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Couldn't think of an answer that would be penetrate your simian skull.

Just for fun, get in front of the mirror and do that thing you do:

"You talkin' to me?"

Would you autograph my Glock, Mr. De Niro?


In reply to this comment by gorillaman:
Couldn't think of a real answer that didn't make you look stupid?

You don't like me? Don't want to talk to me? Then don't start stupid shit with me.

You don't like me? Don't want to talk to me? Then don't start stupid shit with me.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Couldn't think of an answer that would be penetrate your simian skull.

Just for fun, get in front of the mirror and do that thing you do:

"You talkin' to me?"

Would you autograph my Glock, Mr. De Niro?


In reply to this comment by gorillaman:
Couldn't think of a real answer that didn't make you look stupid?

You don't like me? Don't want to talk to me? Then don't start stupid shit with me.

Couldn't think of an answer that would be penetrate your simian skull.

Just for fun, get in front of the mirror and do that thing you do:

"You talkin' to me?"

Would you autograph my Glock, Mr. De Niro?


In reply to this comment by gorillaman:
Couldn't think of a real answer that didn't make you look stupid?

You don't like me? Don't want to talk to me? Then don't start stupid shit with me.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Are you at the pub already? Then you're supposed to be talking to the drunks and not writing me on your iPhone, remember?

In reply to this comment by gorillaman:
Well you've certainly made it clear that you're an irrational, undisciplined child.

I don't know why you felt the need to try and score points off me by pointing to your own month-old absurdity, but I can't believe you consider that post the best expression of your position. Are you really proud of 'I'm going to continue to fuck over everyone who uses the site like you, because I don't like the way you're talking to me'?

I'll submit the lyrics below. Who is this song referring to? Bill O'Reilly? Dobbs? Rivera? Murdoch? Murdoch's sons? Maybe it is Stephen Colbert. I think this song and video are great. I guess I see more into it since I worked as a reporter for so long.

Dancing Choose-TV on the Radio

he's a WHAT? he's a WHAT?
he's a newspaper man
and he gets his best ideas
from a newspaper stand;
from his boots to his pants
to his comments and his rants
he knows that any little article will do!

though he expresses some confusion
bout his part in the plan,
and he can't understand
that he's not in command;
the decisions underwritten
by the cash in his hand
bought a sweater for
his weimariner too

now i'm no mad man,
but that's insanity
feast before famine,
and more before family
goes and shows up with
more bowls and more
cups and the riot for the
last hot meal erupts
corrupts his hard drive
through the leanest months
shells out the hard cash
for the sickest stunts;
on aftershave, on gasoline
he flips the page and turns
the scene

in my mind i'm drowning butterflies
broken dreams and alibis;
that's fine.
i've seen my palette blown
to monochrome-
hollow heart
clicks hollowtone,
it's time.

eye on authority,
thumb prints a forgery
boy, ain't it crazy what the
lights can do
for counterfeit community;
every opportunity
wasted as the space
between the flash tattoo

and the half-hearted hologram,
posed for the party
now he gloss full bleed
on a deaf dumb tree
cod liver dollar signs,
credit card autograph
down for the record
but not for freedom

angry young mannequin
american, apparently
still to the rhythm
better get to the back of me
can't stand the vision,
better tongue the anatomy
gold plated overhead,
blank transparency
in the days of old,
you were a nut
now you need three bumps
before you cut
not that i should care about,
nothing i ain't scared of, but
i guess you had
to
be
there.

in my mind i'm breeding butterflies,
broken dreams, and alibis
that's fine.
i've seen my palette
blown to monochrome
hollow heart
clicks hollowtone
in time.

i see you figured in your action pose
foam-injected axl rose,
life size
should something shake you
and you drop the news,
lord, just keep your dancing shoes
off mine

We first heard this song at the Knott's Berry Farm Halloween Haunt scary clown maze. We would make fun of it every year, because it was such a dumb attempt to rip off the first Bungle album, but then one year they stopped using it and I actually missed having the opportunity to bag on it. So I googled it, ituned it and have been torturing Issy with it ever since.

This and other marginally interesting stories will be featured in my up coming book: Marginally Interesting Anecdotes With dft, available in book stores nowhere on the 12th of never. I won't be autographing it.

I wanna holler the loud funny words!

I like Darren. He is my friend. I like you and him. He likes me... And I like him. He likes you, I HOOOOOOPE!

I like his autograph. It is a NICE picture. He is NIIIIIICE!

wanker - minds and manson give you a lucky break - and you fuck em over trying to get a trophy.

Well done, every other MM fan must love ou now becasue of dicks like you getting autographs etc will be more difficult.

Also, MM bald? meh.