music did me so good/ made me say oh my god/ thank you for giving me/ a 2 hip rhyme and a 2 hop feet
Go hashmeer go hashmeer go, go hashmeer go hashmeer go!
every time you see me hashmeer is in trouble/ i like to chew gum and i like to blow the bubble/ one time i blew a bubble so big/ that inside of the bubble was a little kid
GO TO TOWN!
when i get ti-red i like to take a nap/ and you say group x steals a beat and thats a bunch of crap/ why would we ever stop doing that/ cause puff doggy do it except he cannot rap
So, you're saying that, because my movies try to be so KILLER-HARDCORE, they only appeal to the NON-KILLER-HARDCORE?
Yeah man theyre just a fantasy for the socially inept
Fast cars, sexy women, cutting edge technology, sexy women, extreme sports, action cliches, drama cliches, cliched sexy women...
They're so pretentious and predictable that they become easy fantasies for those who are dissatisfied with their own unrewarding lives but they mistakenly believe theyll find solace in shallowness
Hey! I could make a HIP SHOW kinda like SKIN, except it's on the INTERNET! I'll call it "$K1N!" Audiences will be LOL-ING ALL THE TIME.
Would they write in LiveJournals thats the only thing I would watch it for
what do you mean? he is jerry bruckheimer not a hat wearing dinosaur
Jerry Bruckheimer is a homo sapiens, you idiot. That's just some douchebag using his moniker.
To clarify: Jerry Bruckheimer doesn't direct as many things as one might believe. Aspiring directors use his name to try to get their big break, but, if they screw up, they don't ruin their career.
Ein facht, eit ist beleift taht Herry Brokheimer hast kield hemsief alrachty, du to deist hapeningst.
okay i understand now but are you still going to kill the dinosaur?
All night long on the broken glass/ Livin' in a medicine chest/ Mediteromanian hotel back/ Sprawled across a roll top desk
That ol' monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan/ They paint the donkey blue if you pay/ I got a telephone call from Istanbul/ My baby's coming home today
Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head?/ Get me out of town is what fireball said/ Never trust a man in a blue trench coat/ Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem/ Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem/ Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road/ I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
Hey, Tom Waits, relate unto me a hilarious anecdote regarding your musical career.
Alright. Ever been to a guitar factory?
I took a bunch of kids there once, you know, to see the guitar making process. I'm standing there, just waiting for someone to recognize me. But no one does!
The next day, we all take a field trip to the dump. Before I can even get out of the truck, I'm mobbed by fans asking for autographs. It's a dump for chrissakes. I guess everyone knows me at the dump.
Alright Tom Waits, it's been super rad, but I have to go hide in Latin America for a while. Apparantly, it's illegal to kill jerk dinosaurs and emo fans.
That's fine, but hey, do you want to come over for dinner? I can't eat at greasy spoons anymore, but if I could have some of the atmosphere at home...