#heh

but really. lolllzzz

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:20:17 -0500

but really. lolllzzz

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Fri, 27 Jan 2012 14:33:50 -0500

new mix of an old jam

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:39:12 -0500

new mix of an old jam

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Wed, 14 Dec 2011 13:06:42 -0500

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Wed, 30 Nov 2011 21:16:53 -0500

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Fri, 30 Sep 2011 13:28:24 -0400

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Thu, 29 Sep 2011 11:34:53 -0400

Usually, when we listen to songs on YouTube, we’ll spend...

Thu, 22 Sep 2011 11:52:43 -0400

Usually, when we listen to songs on YouTube, we’ll spend the time on another page. For this song, please mute the audio and simply feel Xena’s song in your heart.

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Wed, 21 Sep 2011 14:58:03 -0400

YELAWOLF GIVES OUTKAST A SWEET HIGH FIVE!

Tue, 06 Sep 2011 23:15:11 -0400

YELAWOLF GIVES OUTKAST A SWEET HIGH FIVE!

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Sun, 04 Sep 2011 23:48:40 -0400

http://radiokillarecords.com/1977_lyrics/usedtobe.html

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 14:54:05 -0400

http://radiokillarecords.com/1977_lyrics/usedtobe.html

indiernb: Terius Nash - 1977

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 14:45:55 -0400

indiernb:

Terius Nash - 1977

sportswriting: I ain’t the first who thought baseball was...

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 11:35:13 -0400

sportswriting:

I ain’t the first who thought

baseball was golf:

tryin’ for the

the lowest score;

Hawk glovin’ up

his hittin’ hand.

They said I should try to hit

balls. So that’s what I do.

I try to hit balls.

Inside. Outside. Dirt

Top can’t hold me, see,

I weigh more than average,

more than my average.

In Cinci they called me

Kool-Aid, but I been Hubba Bubba

before the Nationals housing market

bubble burst.

Now it’s Big Donkey,

like burrito’s bizarre.

Kanakorn! Kanakorn!

for Pauly I guess, not one Dunn!

Don’t refry The Bean, Ozzie,

because I don’t fuck

with runs. Let me

be forward: This year,

there’s been a lack

of ball on bat crack.

I’m taking the 2011

season like a buckshot—

I’ll bleed out; tenderize,

cash out. And when I do,

they’ll hire a line-driver,

for this leaky dump truck

is no good with the clutch;

I TRY TO HIT BALLS!

but all I hear is whiff,

that wood-wind whisper:

“It’s not for superstition

I don’t step on the line,

It’s for fear of snapping it,

for fear of the fine.”