Friday, March 04, 2005

Ok it’s the appointed hour. You knew it was coming. You’ve had plenty of time to back up up to this point so I don’t wanna hear any gather ye may diatribes out of a single one of you, cuz when this shit started, when it was going down, we all got in that huddle together, and even if it wasn’t implicitly said, it was understood, by you, me, and clyde, and Shirley make 4. see it isn’t always the obvious enemies, comin up on your radar, it’s the ones lurking in the dark, “secret spies with eyes,” ya dig, like comin up on ya with a six four impala. All up in your scene like bryllcreme. And not the dollar off variety. Strait up manhattan on the rocks widdattshitt.