This is a shirt that says “Please Stop Biting My Rhyme”. I made it the shirt of the day because it brought back memories of when I was a hip hop MC in the 80s. This was a short lived thing that I did to make money, we had a little local thing going down in Texas and I like to think that I am the reason Hip Hop is where it’s at today.
I remember one of my rhymes was:
i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
You all know where that went…motherfuckers bit my rhyme!
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I will go to the extent to say that teenage experimentation sometimes goes a little bit too far. I guess there is nothing wrong with self-discovery, but I do have minor issues with auto-felatio. I don’t mean to be judgemental and shit, but busting a load down my throat reminds me too much of prison and I have a nice wife and stepkids now, I don’t really want to revisit those years….
The OC is the hottest thing on TV. My step daughters freak out over the shit. They are all over that Seth Cohen geek. I tell them they need to date real men, not pussy bitches who live in mommy and daddy’s mansion. I was so happy about the lesbian scene, because it got the girls acting all experimental dude… you wouldn’t know how hot it is to see sister on sister action…..
No matter what I say – Beatboxing is lame. You can watch these videos and tell me this shit is a talent and how sick it is. I don’t care what you have to say, I know what’s cool and what’s not – and this is clearly pure
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