Got bed in the evening
You're a freaking disgrace
Wake up in the morning
Everybody loves your face
These are thing like ding a lings
Walking through the clouds
Dingbats and stormy cats
Held upside down
Shaking loose the charge
Of our change
Into the by and large
Channeled into the corner
Of the stream of time
Held in a beat
Through a quatrain of rhyme...
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Pick Asidz: Magnifying glass and Tweezers
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Pick Asidz: Officer Chaos
Point: I've been monitoring that kid Trax's cellphone by tapping it.
Chaos: We should just shoot that wetback...I mean how many failed hits does it take before we nail him?
Point: I'm starting to regret it...
Chaos: Well the jewish junior mafia is all caught up in his newfound celebrity aspects.
Point: Which is exactly why we can't make it obvious...some of the hitmen want revenge on us.
Chaos: Like they'd kill a cop?
Point: Wake up man..it's not like we give the jewish junior mafia badges and guns. How many jewish cops do you know? Of course they would kill us, cops get killed all the time. You can't trust a criminal faction to have integrity. They would turn on us in an instant if he died of suspiciously obvious.
Chaos: But he keeps writing about the stuff we did?
Point: Let the little bitch bitch. What can one person do against us anyway?
Chaos: I hear he made millions off the internet. He can sue us?
Point: So what, he can never prove it, at least not our part in it. Stupid freaking hospital. Just fix him already...then they might forget about it? Some stupid security guard there held him hostage. I was for that guy at the time, but this is getting crazy now. The whole town feels bad for his face...
Chaos: I hate..?
Chaos: We should just shoot that wetback...I mean how many failed hits does it take before we nail him?
Point: I'm starting to regret it...
Chaos: Well the jewish junior mafia is all caught up in his newfound celebrity aspects.
Point: Which is exactly why we can't make it obvious...some of the hitmen want revenge on us.
Chaos: Like they'd kill a cop?
Point: Wake up man..it's not like we give the jewish junior mafia badges and guns. How many jewish cops do you know? Of course they would kill us, cops get killed all the time. You can't trust a criminal faction to have integrity. They would turn on us in an instant if he died of suspiciously obvious.
Chaos: But he keeps writing about the stuff we did?
Point: Let the little bitch bitch. What can one person do against us anyway?
Chaos: I hear he made millions off the internet. He can sue us?
Point: So what, he can never prove it, at least not our part in it. Stupid freaking hospital. Just fix him already...then they might forget about it? Some stupid security guard there held him hostage. I was for that guy at the time, but this is getting crazy now. The whole town feels bad for his face...
Chaos: I hate..?
Monday, April 6, 2009
Pick Asidz: Smoke Stack
Armitage: Stupid smoking! Don't you realize it causes emphyzema, heart disease and cancer?
Trax: You would be smoking too in my predicament!
Armitage: Why don't you get medecine?
Trax: Because I tried and they returned it to sender. Imagine they embargoed your health care?
Armitage: Don't you have medical insurance?
Trax: Yeah with over a hundred visits to Cottage Hospital. They charge me every time and don't do squat to help me. Last time I went in they wouldn't let me sit down in the intake room, called me schizo and asked to see the worms! Like I can pull one out of my intestines or some freaking thing like that.
Armitage: Go to Mexico Trax!
Trax: I don't have the money right now! Social security and Pro Pay with 100 bucks a week. Guess who suggested I get on that? More like he insisted...
Armitage: Your stepfather right?
Trax: Yup, he said he would send me more money.
Armitage: Support you after puting a hit on you and trying to kill you?
Trax: Yeah I'm stupid for listening.
Armitage: He raised you and then threw you away.
Trax: Made me mental, helped steal my grandmother's inheritance, and put a hit on me eight years ago.
Armitage: Then we have good old hitman radio to thank him for as well?
Trax: They never shut up or leave me alone. I want to do something, but I'd rather do it legally. I want a get back with a king kong sized boner!
Armitage: If only King Kong was on your side.
Trax: Opposite side of the Trax my dear...opposite side of the Trax.
Trax: You would be smoking too in my predicament!
Armitage: Why don't you get medecine?
Trax: Because I tried and they returned it to sender. Imagine they embargoed your health care?
Armitage: Don't you have medical insurance?
Trax: Yeah with over a hundred visits to Cottage Hospital. They charge me every time and don't do squat to help me. Last time I went in they wouldn't let me sit down in the intake room, called me schizo and asked to see the worms! Like I can pull one out of my intestines or some freaking thing like that.
Armitage: Go to Mexico Trax!
Trax: I don't have the money right now! Social security and Pro Pay with 100 bucks a week. Guess who suggested I get on that? More like he insisted...
Armitage: Your stepfather right?
Trax: Yup, he said he would send me more money.
Armitage: Support you after puting a hit on you and trying to kill you?
Trax: Yeah I'm stupid for listening.
Armitage: He raised you and then threw you away.
Trax: Made me mental, helped steal my grandmother's inheritance, and put a hit on me eight years ago.
Armitage: Then we have good old hitman radio to thank him for as well?
Trax: They never shut up or leave me alone. I want to do something, but I'd rather do it legally. I want a get back with a king kong sized boner!
Armitage: If only King Kong was on your side.
Trax: Opposite side of the Trax my dear...opposite side of the Trax.
Pick Asidz: Armistice
Blank: Okay Army, here is the plan...I want you to dye your pubes blue, Selene can dye hers red, and Brikx can dye hers white. I want to salute the united vaginas of America!
Armitage: But Trax wants me to dye mine orange...just kidding!
Blank: What is this? A tie dye vagina contest? Forget Trax, I said blue damnit!
Armitage: What are you going to throw me in the dungeon if I don't comply?
Blank: Yeah, and I'm going to shave your head then give you back your hair one strand at a time!
Armitage: But Trax wants me to dye mine orange...just kidding!
Blank: What is this? A tie dye vagina contest? Forget Trax, I said blue damnit!
Armitage: What are you going to throw me in the dungeon if I don't comply?
Blank: Yeah, and I'm going to shave your head then give you back your hair one strand at a time!
Pick Asidz: Take out the Garbage
Slikx: What about a clap on, clap off dildo or a pocket pussy jakuzzi attachment we could call a "jakuzapussy"?
Andromeda: Big dreamz from the Adulterer King.
Slikx: What about those subliminal porn tapes we have been distributing?
Andromeda: I think kids should know about sex.
Slikx: Yeah a lot of pedaphiles in the biz!
Andromeda: Sword to the eye of that Virtual Impact Reality (V.I.R.) sim. The Virtual Holograph Inc. is in love with "the Adulterer".
Slikx: Well that is Gridlockx territory, right up Flipsidz alley...I hear Flipsidz is helping to produce black market tech to be sold on the black market while fronting as an F.B.I. Hostage Negotiator. Those crazy cops Point and Chaos are as corrupt as a date rape in church. They conspired against Trax when he was homeless just cause he was good looking and lived on the street. Well what goes around comes around to those assholes. Things were just peachy enough for the kid trying to survive. He didn't need pestilence to come a knocking. California and Pestilence go hand in hand in trying to wither the street people down. It's cause and effect!
Andromeda: But it's also survival of the fitest babe. Those mean streets have shades lurking around every corner. Trying to beat the productive into disobedience.
Slikx: Then the disobedient come to me wanting to take their clothes off? What a cycle.
Andromeda: Big dreamz from the Adulterer King.
Slikx: What about those subliminal porn tapes we have been distributing?
Andromeda: I think kids should know about sex.
Slikx: Yeah a lot of pedaphiles in the biz!
Andromeda: Sword to the eye of that Virtual Impact Reality (V.I.R.) sim. The Virtual Holograph Inc. is in love with "the Adulterer".
Slikx: Well that is Gridlockx territory, right up Flipsidz alley...I hear Flipsidz is helping to produce black market tech to be sold on the black market while fronting as an F.B.I. Hostage Negotiator. Those crazy cops Point and Chaos are as corrupt as a date rape in church. They conspired against Trax when he was homeless just cause he was good looking and lived on the street. Well what goes around comes around to those assholes. Things were just peachy enough for the kid trying to survive. He didn't need pestilence to come a knocking. California and Pestilence go hand in hand in trying to wither the street people down. It's cause and effect!
Andromeda: But it's also survival of the fitest babe. Those mean streets have shades lurking around every corner. Trying to beat the productive into disobedience.
Slikx: Then the disobedient come to me wanting to take their clothes off? What a cycle.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Pick Asidz: Nipple Pit Bull
Sicco: Yeah, yeah...you know about breast feeding right? Well I like to penis feed my girlfriend...
Cleu: Oh yeah, you should lube up those rusty nipples with "Vasoclean" and "W.D. Portly".
Sicco: O.k., another fat joke. I'm going on a "fry it". Cleu aren't you dating a fat girl?
Cleu: She is a "hefty hefty cinch sack" Sicco!
Sicco: Aren't they all on an overweight date? I told you fat girls are horny, didn't I?
Cleu: Yeah I'm her backdoor man. Cause as soon as I lay down the sauce, I resusitate for 15 and then ask for another biscuit.
Sicco: You must be like the race horse "Semen Biscuit"!
Cleu: No I'm more like a pitbull on nitrous...you cracker.
Sicco: Well I'm a "two can slam her". Maybe I'll introduce you to androidal love...it's adjustable.
Cleu: You and that mechanical animal of yours!
Sicco: Nothing like a nympho robot person to spark up your day.
Cleu: Or her button lights to ignite your candle?
Sicco: Push button love is the best kind my friend...but it's hard to rebound with a person who is programmed to love you.
Cleu: Yeah and no make up sex?
Sicco: Nope, just wake up Tex...cowboy needs to steer.
Cleu: Oh yeah, you should lube up those rusty nipples with "Vasoclean" and "W.D. Portly".
Sicco: O.k., another fat joke. I'm going on a "fry it". Cleu aren't you dating a fat girl?
Cleu: She is a "hefty hefty cinch sack" Sicco!
Sicco: Aren't they all on an overweight date? I told you fat girls are horny, didn't I?
Cleu: Yeah I'm her backdoor man. Cause as soon as I lay down the sauce, I resusitate for 15 and then ask for another biscuit.
Sicco: You must be like the race horse "Semen Biscuit"!
Cleu: No I'm more like a pitbull on nitrous...you cracker.
Sicco: Well I'm a "two can slam her". Maybe I'll introduce you to androidal love...it's adjustable.
Cleu: You and that mechanical animal of yours!
Sicco: Nothing like a nympho robot person to spark up your day.
Cleu: Or her button lights to ignite your candle?
Sicco: Push button love is the best kind my friend...but it's hard to rebound with a person who is programmed to love you.
Cleu: Yeah and no make up sex?
Sicco: Nope, just wake up Tex...cowboy needs to steer.
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