Imaginary Post-Crunk Album Of The Day
December 15th, 2009 | Published in Hip Hop, Signs | 1 Comment
Frappez, Entrez, Rompez Tout.
(”Strike, Enter, Break Everything,” Fr.)
This title is so hard, it forces our imaginary troubadour to venture into new psychic realms for rap material, such as the realm of real space beer you can actually buy.
Space Wasted.
January 12th, 2010 at 3:59 pm (#)
I drive a shuttle drunk off high-G space beer——
Whatever—I hear they got vodka on the Mir
Inspired by Ice Cube:
“I get plenty of ass
so call me an astronaut”