"The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head .of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up"
"Throw it up muthafucka" will be my theme for Saturday night. Trust me. I need to get drunk.
That should be the night that my precious fraternity adds 4 new members. Should they meet all the requirements, they are in. Wish them luck, virtually through me of course.
nEW Music: Limp Bizkit - 3 $ Bill Yall
Back to our irregularly scheduled rant of wisdom;
Anyways, it sucks that I have to work the next two days, but then big party Saturday, whatever/relax on Sunday and Pittsburgh Pirates home opener Monday at 1:35pm. Seeing as how beer is waaaaay too expensive at PNC Park, it's Corona's with a shot of Bicardi Limon added pregame.
I need to get things organized. I am missing a tax form from one of my jobs, a.k.a. procrastination 101.
I need to figure out how I'm getting back into school. I need to talk to my Korean film major/fraternity brother and my photography/hockey teammate/friend for some advice. I need to figure out exactly how to get out of living with my ex and I need to put those damn clean clothes, which are on the floor since Easter, in the damn closet.
If anyone who reads this happens to be up, feel free to encourage me on AIM.... pskankjob.
I'm bored.
love me.... love you...
"I know that, one day, Veronica and I are gunna get married on top of a mountain. And there's going to be flutes playing, and trombones, and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we will dance, till the sun rises. And our children will form a family band, and we will travel the countryside and you won't be invited."
Ready to blast ya
You know I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head .of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up"
"Throw it up muthafucka" will be my theme for Saturday night. Trust me. I need to get drunk.
That should be the night that my precious fraternity adds 4 new members. Should they meet all the requirements, they are in. Wish them luck, virtually through me of course.
nEW Music: Limp Bizkit - 3 $ Bill Yall
Back to our irregularly scheduled rant of wisdom;
Anyways, it sucks that I have to work the next two days, but then big party Saturday, whatever/relax on Sunday and Pittsburgh Pirates home opener Monday at 1:35pm. Seeing as how beer is waaaaay too expensive at PNC Park, it's Corona's with a shot of Bicardi Limon added pregame.
I need to get things organized. I am missing a tax form from one of my jobs, a.k.a. procrastination 101.
I need to figure out how I'm getting back into school. I need to talk to my Korean film major/fraternity brother and my photography/hockey teammate/friend for some advice. I need to figure out exactly how to get out of living with my ex and I need to put those damn clean clothes, which are on the floor since Easter, in the damn closet.
If anyone who reads this happens to be up, feel free to encourage me on AIM.... pskankjob.
I'm bored.
love me.... love you...
"I know that, one day, Veronica and I are gunna get married on top of a mountain. And there's going to be flutes playing, and trombones, and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we will dance, till the sun rises. And our children will form a family band, and we will travel the countryside and you won't be invited."