Wednesday, July 15, 2009

"It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone"

Dante injures his foot 'cause of all the names droppin out of his mouth (just like last time and the time before that), but tells a great story bout Uncle Rick, the bitchiness of the JDL, nineteen-eighty-NINE the number/another summer, and a giant tank swooping in and saving Chuck D and therefore saving me a whole lot of future heartbreak. As a result, I am pleased to announce that for the first time in my life, I can say with some level of seriousness: Thanks, law enforcement!

Press play. Welcome to the, how do you say, terrordome.

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