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28 July 2005

Is this really necessary?

post by: mudpuppie at: 19:41 | 18 comments

Well, I'm vanilla on the inside and I'm pissed.

posted by omiewise 28 July | 19:43

It's a little bit funny.

posted by interrobang 28 July | 19:45

The facial expression makes it priceless.

posted by Smart Dalek 28 July | 20:12

But "Lounge Tribute to Eminem" just might be the ultimate signifier of how truly ensconced Marshall Mathers has become in the hearts, minds, and wallets of suburban America.

mrs. jonmc teaches at a ghetto high school in the Bronx and she tells me her students think Eminem is a bad motherfucker. Love him or loathe him, he's the real thing.

posted by jonmc 28 July | 20:14

I had a friend who thought that Eminem was the new Catullus.

posted by kenko 28 July | 20:39

No.

posted by Cryptical Envelopment 28 July | 21:08

It's pretty awful.

posted by greasy_skillet 28 July | 21:31

I'd love to see MC Frontalot or MC Hawking battle Eminem and smoke him like kielbasa.

Not that they probably could in a freestyle, but I'd still love to see it.

Motherfucker! So what? You're white? Your wannabe yappin aint all that tight. Nerdcore knows the score, warp core breach, einstein on the beach, i beseech thee, without breakin' light speed you can't even reach me. I'll fuckin teach thee like a zen master, a master blaster, a lyrical bastard, swiveling and rolling like a caster, kickin' out the beats like rat-tat-tattin' canastas, a lyrical machine gun. Bitch, you better run! I'm here to kick ass, and all outta chewing gum.

posted by loquacious 28 July | 21:45

Fuck, yeah.

posted by kmellis 28 July | 22:24

you know what i hate? when you sit down in a chair where someone farted before and it releases the fart.

posted by weretable and the undead chairs 29 July | 00:19

Is it a valid use of a first MetaChat post to point out that canasta is a card game, and castanets are percussion instruments?

posted by benzo8 29 July | 06:22

Undecided, benzo8. Come over here to the casting couch where we can observe your punteado and think about it a bit.

posted by taz 29 July | 08:20

You drop rhymes
I drop dimes
I'm a snitch cracker
I gave you up, Jack

posted by Hugh Janus 29 July | 09:14

Motherfucker! So what? You're white? Your wannabe yappin aint all that tight. Nerdcore knows the score, warp core breach, einstein on the beach, i beseech thee, without breakin' light speed you can't even reach me. I'll fuckin teach thee like a zen master, a master blaster, a lyrical bastard, swiveling and rolling like a caster, kickin' out the beats like rat-tat-tattin' canastas, a lyrical machine gun. Bitch, you better run! I'm here to kick ass, and all outta chewing gum.

*ahem*

That's you're big speech? You're lyrical reach? Einstein on the Beach?
That don't move no ass. I think we'll take a pass.You're quoting Philip Glass? Was it a thrill to skip class?
With your rhymes so lame. You think you're in the game. You think you're Winona Ryder, but you're really Corey Haim.

Thank you, try the fish.

posted by Capn 29 July | 10:46

canasta, anyone?
it's caliente

posted by ethylene 29 July | 10:52

What fresh hell is this? You think you've got the juice with that kind of apostrophe abuse? You don't have any excuse for that kind of grammatical inferiority. My empirical lyrical superiority ontologically schools you like William Sorley. Philip Glass may be repetetetetative, but it's better than that excuse for a slab o meat you call your head.

That is you are big speech? You are lyrical reach? Your command of the language impresses me, but I'm digressing horribly. I'm quaking in fear for what you've got in store for me. Corey Haim? Winona Ryder? I'd have figured you to be a bit brighter, not quite so dim like a has-been prize fighter. With references so tame, and you're calling me lame? You're dating yourself, and if I were you right now, I'd be hating myself. Canasta, castanets, I'll rock your world like a bawling baby in a bassinet.

So maybe my rhymes and rhythms are a-kilter. Set your moderation filters to minus one, but my legions of anonymous cowards shall overcome. Zombie botnet floods your ethernet, you try to ping me, to dig me, but you can't even see your subnet. Nslookup hookup is booked up, your traceroute fried, all your shell accounts for the bout are denied. Control, alt, delete? Abort, ignore, retry? You try to respond but you're tongue tied in frustration. Pyrotechnic ablation on re-entry, your window of opportunity to discuss this has been missed, disgusted, I snipe you into fine red mist.

posted by loquacious 29 July | 13:02

OH IT'S ON NOW!

You think your big words will impress me? Distress me? Pants-press me? I'll martinize you in one hour, your beats are so sour, they could wilt a plastic flower. I'll eat you like a pee-za, then deconstruct you like Derrida, you will need some anitbiotics when I bust my semiotics.

I am a factotum of rhyme, with beats sublime, I like my pottage with a little bit of thyme.

Am I dating myself again? At least someone here's dating. Your last date had a PSI rating.

Now you're a hacker 'leet?
With cracks so sweet?
Firewalls to defeat?
Well here's an IP address that's fun:
seven eff zero zero zero zero zero one
DOS on that for a while,
one three-three seven style,
max out your swap file,
I'll see you at your trial.
I might help you out of prison with a cake and a file.

Peace out.

posted by Capn 29 July | 14:10

Shit, sucka, you rhyme like flava flav with a head cold, to make it easier to be read i'll tag the following in bold

your hexadecimal doesn't slow me down one bit
localhost is something not likely to missed
you think you're really clever but you should save it for your dis
and better scan your discs for something completely amiss

i'm so oldschool that i dream primarily in binary
converting base two to ten to eight to sixteen to four on the floor
goes my wicked angel break like my boot right through your door
swapping? paging. your mind? hazy.
mopping the floor with your faded head.
forevermore booting your system only fills you with dread.
hacking my way to heaven, trojans on the inside, never to be rid
1 3 3 7 is for the little kidz
your scripts so stale, your system frobnitzed.
prison? you're spazzin, a chasm in your mind, miasma far and wide
with even Derrida to deride
with derision, precision, cuts like an incision
a fission bomb in your mind

gentlemen? it's time.

posted by loquacious 29 July | 16:51

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