Electric Duadoman

I agree, Musicians should not get too into politics. I'm sure it's hard for them not too, being that muscians are expressive and they have a large platform to express themselves on, but if I go to concert I don't wanna hear what some dude has to say about Bush or Kerry, I wanna hear good music. It also can cause controversy within a band (kinda like how you're not supposed to discuss politics or religion at work). In this case, if Jax is correct, it split up a great band.

This is really sad, his courage and strength, he was admirable.

Why don't they just fire me already?!?

I feel the drunken post should be used more often.

I reckon we gon' get sloppy tonight!!!

Here we go again, same fucking routine, different God damn day!!

Ha ha advertising on Hondos, great marketing ploy...

This French Toast will be the highlight of my day. Because I picked up the good syrup in stead of the sugar free one this morning, this day will be extra special.

To drink, or not to drink? That is the question for today...

What a world of difference an extra hour a day would make! I don't have much of a life and I'm always busy...go figure.

Nick, do you happen to know when the show begins?

I feel trapped, despite my intense hatred of the Assurant (aka, the Ass Group), it seems I can't leave this wretched inferno. I got written up yesterday, my first written warning in Assurant history, and it was after racking up 14 unexcused tardies (that's merely half of the real number) in 3 months and neglecting 5 priority account files for nearly 2 years. I can't leave on my own will, mainly because my conscience always has to remind me that I have bills that must be paid every month. I was hoping the meeting they called me into yesterday was to inform me that I was being let go. I was hoping since I can't leave on my own, maybe them letting me go would be the only way out of this trap. But then again, it's a trap. There is no escaping. People grown comfortable reporting to 8 different bosses, listening to their favorite morning radio show while staring at a computer screen in a tight fit cubilce slowly devolping Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and a 50 inch waist, earning a modest but nothing out of the ordinary paycheck while investing their future into a company that can really give 2 shits about you, and eliminating you is as easy as a writeoff in their General Ledger. There is no escaping this trap. It's just that, a trap....

It's funny how when you look busy at work, the bosses think you're working hard. It's even funnier when you tell them you have no work, and don't believe you. I have just gotten permission to slack.

For the record, I did not post this. Damn you Nick...

its about time i came out of the closet: I LOVE FRANCE. I love french fries, french non-bathing smell, french politics, all of it! Theyre just the bestest people. I love them almost as much as i love not logging out of other people's computers.

LLoyd Banks - I'm so fly

What kind of happy hour starts at 8:30pm?? These people are morons I tell ya...

The Illest rhyme in Hip-Hop this year: Don’t confuse me with these suckas, cause when I spit You hear more oooh's then a Skip to my Lou move at the Rucker...

Duads....Duads Duads Duads...Duads Duads Duads Duads' the man, goin to work Hates his job, says fuck ambition He knows one day he just might be....gettin fired...

Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him, He best go run and hide... Daddy's got a new .45! And I wont think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat, Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass!

Feel di riddim Feel di rhyme Get on up It's Insurance Agent Licensing time! Coooooool Runnnnnnnnnings!!!! Shoot me now...

I'm down. $20 is reasonable. I hear teh Beastie Boys concert is around $50, I love Kweli, but he ain't paying my bills ya dig? But I'm down for the Roots.

Incorrect. Lloyd Banks "freestyle" over the Victory beat.

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death..." - Nas

I got a brand new gangstress who argue and steams with reefer And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, with prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break hoes home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero I'ma break before I lay floor burried Besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plad ain't burbury You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin your vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of your religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cause Bush handin out flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest with the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave And leave with 12 shells in your mouth like a carton of eggs I'm a young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin' my braids Niggas find what club they at Take 'em with us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac Your advance is from grey Acura See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa' I go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep my ammo clean, tecks polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that monitor the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin with your nike's burgendy, White T, burgendy You match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals