Thanks a bunch Jeremy for putting this song stuck in my head. You and your god damn Xanga...

LAST NIGHT

Last night was pretty entertaining. I went to the Liquid Room because it was going to be their last concert, because they're closing their doors. Granted that was the 4th time I've gone there, it still feels good being there again. It kinda felt like a juggalo bar, and its a shame that its going to close. I've heard rumors that they might relocate to a bigger place and call it something else, cuz of the fact that it was previously a strict Goth Coffee Bar, and because of two specific juggalos that brought juggalos into that coffee bar. i'm not complaining, but it does seem like a good idea. I would like to see the place relocate, and if they do, then i'm definately gonna try to perform there. Maybe with Drastikill. All I have to say is that even if its a goth bar or not, either way its going to turn into a juggalo bar.

But heres the skinny at Liquid. This dude, Alphonso, who I guess worked at the Liquid Room, had his own band and was the headline. Alphonso, tho, was also jumping into other peoples sets and doing some songs and shit, which was fresh as fuck. Alphonsos band was the ultimate in awesomnimity, and I wish i had the money to buy their album, but i couldn't so oh well... i'm sure that he'll pop around somewhere...

But during Alphonso's set, I jumped into the mosh pit like 2 or 3 times. Which was fun, up until I got socked in the face. BOOP right in the eyeball, and so I decided that was it for tonight. I have to say that I thought it was pretty good for the first time I EVER went into the mosh pit. Jessika says that if you can't handle it, then you shouldn't go in there, but I say hey, it was my first time... Usually I puss out and claim barrier. At least i finally mustered up the courage to get beat. And even though I know that theres a risk of getting socked in the face, I would still like to go into the mosh pit, depending on how ruthless. Probably never in an ICP mosh Pit. Definately never in a GWAR mosh pit, cuz i've heard that people die in those damn things... Fuck dying. I still have shit i have to do here on earth.

But i still had a good time. Jeremy was in the pit for Alphonsos set as well, and he also got socked in the face, but he can put up a bigger fight, and can take more punches than I can. I'm not really big into getting punched in the face, but i guess he is! Jessika was there, and I honestly have to say that I was feeling a little left out here and there. I don't really know how to explain it, cuz its really hard to find the words...

Jessika wants to be friends with me. Thats fine I have no problem with that. My problem is that I think that I love her. Not in a friendly way, even though I think that we're both great friends. But she is the one I guess with the problem. With all the stuff thats going on between her and Mark, and now Me and her... its all too confusing, I guess, for her... I really try to stay in the middle of being friends with her and showing her my love and affection for her, how much I want her to be safe around me, how much I want her to trust herself around me, how much I want her to trust me... all that good shit. But theres that barrier there. It makes me feel bad knowing that as much as I love her, that I can't really profess that without knowing that it confuses and kinda hurts her so to speak... possibly our friendship in a way too... and I really don't want that. I want us to be friends, but I'm too quick to love at times... and I believe that i'm trying extremely hard not to show it, too...

But it is hard. To be around someone you love and not touch them? Its like i'm in a cell made of bullet proof glass, and no matter how often I shoot at it, it doesn't make a fucking scratch... and the only one who has the key is Jessika... and shes placed it not but 3 feet away from the lock. My only hope is that one day that key is placed in the lock, and I won't have to worry about not being able to touch her with that God Forsaken love.

I feel like at times that If I don't touch her, hold her hand, hug her, kiss her, that i'm going to explode and it gets harder to fight off...

But she isn't ready for that, she says. I understand that, so I'm being as patient as possible for that opportunity. Time heals all wounds, even some that don't really feel like they can heal... and I figure that if i'm patient enough, those wounds will heal and I can be there for her, possibly for the rest of her life...

I know that shes got shit she has to deal with by herself, but all I pray is that it is done in a quick and painless fashion, because As much as I love her, I don't really want her to be hurt... I don't want to be hurt either. It feels like a gamble sometimes, but its either I have a gambling problem or its just a gamble i'm willing to bet on...

But at the show, I did at times feel out of place, because of shit that happened in her past. And it causes her to not want to be touched in a crowded area. I didn't know and the first time I tried to even put my shoulder on her, she spun around and gave me this scary ass evil eye... It scared the hell out of me, like i did something wrong. But she didn't say anything until maybe the 3rd or 4th, maybe the 5th time I did something... I don't know why I had to do it even a 2nd time, but i guess just to be sure that it wasn't something I did or if... I don't fuckin' know...

But she did explain it to me, but that also wasn't it. She knows quite a few frequents at the Liquid Room, and she would step off to talk to a few people, which is fine. Now i'm not a leader, i'm a follower, and because of that evil eye she gave me, I was scared to follow her. And Jeremy was in the pit, so theres John, and i don't know john. So I was extremely uncomfortable... I just sat there and waited for her to come back, in which I wanted so much as to hug her for comfort, but still, the glass cell... so i wouldnt...

After the show, we parted ways and left. I took Jessika home, Jeremy and John walked home. I think I was kinda out there cuz of the eye socking and the awkwardness with her in the liquid room. It was only a 2 minute drive, but still.

After I dropped her off, I went home and polished off a tall bottle of Smirnoff Triple Black. That made the blurriness in my left eye go away... either that or it just made both eyes blurry... then i ate 3 corndogs and went to bed...

TODAY

woke up at noon, and went online for a while. Trevor came over and we went to pick up jenny around 3 or something... after I got more money from my mom as opposed to the 25 trevor gave me, put gas in my tank and went to McD's for a burger or two... and off to I-131N to Cedar springs.

We picked her up and went to the mall to go see Cursed. Fuckin' i thought it was a movie about a curse... its a werewolf flick... Granted it was good, and I really like Christina Ricci, aren't there really enough werewolf flicks? I liked Underworld because its both a vampire and werewolf flick... but it was still a good movie nonetheless...

And so we wind up to now, where I started to do this, and now we're watching Spaceballs... so now you're up to date... :)

Have a nice day...

-Kreyz McKormik

Ok, right now i'm pissed off with a vengance, but i hope to calm the fuck down cuz i don't wanna fuck up the people upstairs... who i'm not really pissed off at.

Work blew. I had to chop ice off the overhangs... that takes forever, and its bad enough i have to do that while Brian and Tim drive around in the fucking truck all day tagging cars that haven't moved in a while, but I have to work with Chad, who won't shut up about his marriage problems... Just take your gun to her temple and shoot, bitch, and get the problem done with...

I took an hour and a half long lunch, and played it like it was just an hour long... i'm good at that cuz i think my boss no longer really gives a flying fuck about what goes on anymore as long as a little bit of something is done... meh. I hope that midget chokes on a dust bunny.

I wanted to have the girls in the office listen to my beats, but no, they had one customer come in and stayed there for a fucking half hour, and by the time she left, it was 530, i had bowling, and two more customers came in once this first bitch left... fucking God i was gettin' angry, cuz the one girl in the office that hadn't heard my shit has been putting it off for over a month and tries to blame it on her fucking "schedule." Bitch, its a CD... put it in your fucking CD player and when you're driving from home to school and from school to work, BUMP THE FUCKER! ITS ONLY 30 MINUTES LONG! EVEN LESS THAN THAT!

Fuck it, i'm gonna make people watch my set when Jeremy hopefully gets me a copy of the tape he plans on making of me, Pernod Fils, and Tragidy. Then she'll finally hear my shit. Either that or i'll make sure I gouge out her eyes with the cassette...

NOW I get to bowling, and i bowled so-so. 152, 112, and 102. Not bad, but then again not good, cuz of that 102, and i hope that with the 152 that it bumps up my average, which is 112 or something around it... that first game was fucking awesome, tho... i got mad props.

The good thing about my friday nights is that a lot of the ladies who bowl in my leauge noticed me comin' in at the beginning of the season sportin' a skirt and facepaint. Even the waitresses. One waitress, who says shes got a fiance (yeah, it shows), says that she wants to see me in my facepaint and shit, but i said not until it gets warmer. seriously, i'm not asking for a small bag of trix in that skirt, motherfucker! Besides, i think that waitress chick just has a crush on my rapper gimmick, anyways... thats about it... the adventure or somefuckin'thing...

Then I get home, and boom, i get attacked online by Jess, J-Man's Jess, not Jessika... what about? One of my journal entries on here about what I said about me being a father. What? I do think I would be a good father. Granted the fact that my mom was a little harsh on me, I understand that THERE ARE LAWS NOWADAYS THAT PREVENT YOU FROM DOING ANYTHING TO YOUR CHILDREN! All you can do to your kids nowadays is pretty much time out and yelling, which for some children, doesn't work. Part of being a parent, pretty much, is figuring out why your children act the way they do and figuring out how to deal with it...

In a nutshell, she was trying to say that I wasn't ready for children, but you don't really need to tell me because i already know that. I might do dumb shit, but that don't make me stupid, ok? Jesus Christ. But she wouldn't shut the fuck up about it, and I finally said "I don't mean to be a prick, but are you quite done?" I was finished with getting bitched at about something i said a while ago. Sorry, but those are my views, whatever they are, cuz i don't remember what I said... and if you don't like it you can FUCK THE FUCK OFF! Those are my current views, and from what i've figured out, all things change with time... for example? tastes in food. I used to hate all things potato... now I don't mind mashed (fakes or real), scaloped, even baked... I used to like Spinach, now I detest that shit... Popeye ain't shit!

And to top it all off, I explain the shit to trevor, and he does agree with me on majority of the stuff... to let you know, i didn't spin that shit around to make me sound right... i will basically say how it is... Even TREVOR didn't know where she was going with bitching at me... I don't know what the fuck was going on... but I think it had something to do with Jess being overprotective about shit i say about kids... and that effects her i guess as if i was doing something to her daughter, Bella. I don't fucking know what the fuck was going on, but I wasn't gonna fucking take it. Fuck that fucking shit...

Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck...

So i stealthed her so I don't have to deal with her bullshit. I don't care what Jess has to say to me, because in my mind, I would make an excellent father in the future... IN... THE... FUCKING... FUTURE!!! I know i would be a complete fuck up as a parent if I had a kid right now... because I'm basically still a kid myself. I act like a crazy bastard, and thats how it is... but right now, i'm tryna find the girl that can help me wind down and have a family with. Thats something i've wanted since I was 17. I just want someone to help me settle down and start a family with. I know it can happen, but apparently, no one else does... even my closest of friends. but FUCK THAT! Do I have to prove it? Fuckin' eat my beans!

And to finally get the ball out of the fucking court, I explain it to Tom... He tries to tell me that I could make a "good dad" but I would make a "bad father" right now... so I punched myself in the side of the head and went DUUUHHHHH!!!!! like i didn't know that. As a matter of fact, I just said that. I would make a bad father. And what the fuck is "Good Dad?" Dad and father are the same thing. Dad is just a word that means father, which is just used by the people of our times... Dad and Father are the same thing. According to him, any guy who sticks his dick in a chick and impregnates her can become a dad, but its pretty much what he does that determines him being a good or bad father... Well, if theres good dad, then whats bad dad? A bad dad, then in his consideration, would be a motherfucker shooting blanks, and therefore would have no good or bad father involved, so what he said is basically stupid... Even trevor agreed to that...

Dad and Father are the same damn thing... My old man is a Bad father, and he ain't a good dad, to suffice tom... He is a good buddy, but he ain't a dad... I know this, cuz my Mom has even said that, after I told her that was my consideration of my Pop...

So I got in an arguement about that, and I ended up finding some headphones to listen to my Jumpsteady CD and ignore that son of a bitch, and all he did was turn off the TV and go in his room... I don't know what hes doing now, and I don't care. I know for a fact that what I said was right. There is no difference between father and dad, same with Mother and Mom. His views sometimes are sensical, but this one was morbidly idiotic... i don't think i've ever had a thought that he would say something so fucking dumb in my life. oh well, he'll get over it, and i have a feeling that over time, he and I will fight over it again... and i'll have to smack his bitch ass to get my point across...

Jessika has been on my mind all day, so I'm gonna call her. Thanks for reading my tripe and gimme some feedback, nigga!

Peace n Chicken Grease

-Kreyz McKormik

I got out of work early today, which was cool. The douche bag who brought in more salt for us to place all over the white shit called Snow broke the door off the Barn where we place our salt. Fuckin' nimrod. I hope that fucker chokes on a Biscati... WE HAD TO FIX IT... The company better be paying for the damages, cuz he sure as fuck didn't fix the shit...

Now, i wasn't really supposed to leave today until 130, but motherfuck it... I wanted to go home, cuz i haven't showered, and the only thing that is on my mind is Jessika and waiting to see her.

I'm not gonna pry about her, for i've done it quite a bit over the last post or so... you people know about my feelings for Jessika, and I really fucking like her.

I like her so much that I don't feel the need to fuck her to be with her or to be close to her... what I've got with her is like magic and thats awesome as fuck!

So thats my day, if it changes, i'll make an additional journal entry. Until then...

(enter witty quote here)

-Kreyz

I know that my music choice is a little awkward, but you'll know about it in a minute...

Ok, So since Monday Morning I have had to pick up this white shit called snow. I had to go in early yesterday, and I had to stay in until 4, which blew, plus I was starving as a motherfucker, and hadn't eaten all day... i was starving I could eat a Jenny-Sized Pizza.

What made it even crappier was that I was tryna hook up with Jessika once again, and She fell asleep. But that wasn't the problem... The problem was that Mark, her ex and roomate, turned off her cellphone, so if I called her fucking cellphone, it would just go to voicemail. I must have left like 4 or 5 voicemails. I dont know if its either that I really really really really like her, or if thats considered stalking... But she was still asleep until 10pm. I told her I completely understood, but Mark is an asshole, and shouldn't really be touching HER stuff... that is, unless given permission, and when you're asleep... YOU DONT HAVE THE ABILITY TO GIVE PERMISSION OF ANYTHING! Fuck Mark right up the ass with a Baseball bat with Spikes poking out of the end of it!

But I'm a gentleman to her, and I plan to keep it that way. I haven't been cross to her, and I've been infinately patient with her, and I plan to continue to do so. Thats what you do for ladies, because its morally right! Infants, too. If I ever have kids, i'm gonna do my damnest to make sure that I'm the most patient Father EVER! I mean, I should be patient, cuz I DONT EVEN GET PISSED OFF AT DIAL UP!

I guess that part is because of my mentality... Shit happens, deal with it... Everybody knows that shit happens, but nobody seems to know how to deal with it... Seems to be that way with Mark. Every time his son, Donavin cries, he hands the baby to her. I know its not her baby and shit, but I guess its that shes been taking care of Donavin longer than he has... Its Maternal Instinct, I guess... From what I hear from her, shes a pretty damn good Mom.

Weird, I know, but I believe that it is one of the good things about her. I'm pretty much a big kid at times, and need someone like that to take care of me, as well as my children while I do the same. I don't care what my friends say about me, I'm gonna be a father one day, and a good one at that. I know I'd be strict at times, but still be playful, and wouldn't just pawn off my own child to the mother just cuz it's crying. SUCK IT UP, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!

I'm not saying that I would have plans on making babies with Jessika, but it's not a bad thought, now is it? Perhaps time (and money) will tell, so who knows, right?

But anyways, i've changed the story up a little bit... So I suck! But I got called in AGAIN today. I hate having to be on call, but at least I got called in at 5 for a 6 O'Clock shoveling, not 4 like Earl said he was gonna do. And we had to do another shovel in the afternoon, which was no problem because we got to leave at 230. So far, from yesterdays 10 hours and whatever from last week, and today... I have about maybe 1 hour of current overtime... Which will be good cuz then I either get time and a half tomorrow, or i get to burn it off and leave early, in which I will hopefully get to pick up Jessika early, that is if we get to chill tomorrow. I love nothing better, nowadays than to chill with Jessika. I know we don't do much, but i know i'll be able to do more when I get my car paid off... which is prolly around next month. I do like her a bunch, and I wouldn't mind having her as a girlfriend. She's so awesome, and I know we're just friends, but I see more to it than that. The scary thing is that we have more compatibility rather than just the fact that we're juggalos. If I didn't have this disability of remembrance, I would tell you everything, but i don't remember shit from.... I forget. But the fact of the matter is that we have so much in common so far, and its fucking awesome. I should probably write down what we got so far, but I'll do that later.

So now, I think I might be hanging out with Mary today. I know she still has something there for me, but I believe that we're now going to make it as friends, seeing as how I want to be with Jessika, and she is currently seeing someone. We'll prolly be doing the same ol thing, which is watch TV, movies, or play video games. If she don't like it, well tough cuz i'm broke and don't wanna go outside... I been outside for 8 solid hours, and my feet still are chapped from my wet socks and boots. So inside we stay...

I've got some laundry to do, and i'm already fuckin' hungry as shit, so i might make something to eat after I clean some more clothes.

Peace and Chicken Grease. To my homies, you know I got luv...

-Kreyz McKormik

Well, shits doing pretty well, now. Its a little over two weeks away from my concert, and I have been practicing every waking minute... while working... all week. I can't wait for it, and it's gonna be great. I have so much support from all my really close friends, and from the black kids I met today during my lunch break at mcdonalds...

Speaking of them kids... they tried to bum a ride back to their school when I was trying to get back to work... sure, i had them listen to my shit, but that don't mean you're cool to get in my car... you might snatch my shit and my money that Trevor bribed me with to take him to Jennys last night! FUCK THAT!

so far, i have just about every single song memorized... the only one i don't is Outcasted, Disbanded and the rest of the songs might have 1 or 2 lines not fully memorized... which sucks, but hey i got two more weeks... so WOOT WOOT to me...

work has sucked all week, and the best thing is so far thinking about Jessika, cuz that makes my days go bye with the quickness... God shes great. I'm glad that she likes me, and she and I think alike, which is great... Soulmate? Possibly, which would be fresh as fuck... cuz who knew she'd be in town?! haha, but ahhh young love, so far. I like her and she likes me, but we are down to slowin' it down and just be friends for now... cuz we both have a history of jumping in a relationship and gettin life all dramatized and fucked up...

So thats all i can think about... back to more postwhoring, cuz its fun!

-Kreyz McKormik

I decided that 4 Dem Killas would make Killa Warehouse be looked at funny, and since I wrote Killa Warehouse's lyrics first, 4 Dem Killas gotta go... GAH! So, i'm rewriting it, and calling it Dark Hart. Its about how I kill with no remorse. Yes, i do do it, so BAH!

I AM TOTALLY FREE OF WORK FOR TWO DAYS EXCEPT FOR SATURDAY MORNING SO GOD DAMN I SUCK NOW!!! I SHALL GO AWAY AND CRY

*cries*

Now that i'm finished being gay...

I found another girl that seems pretty interesting. Trouble is that she is totally confusing considering that she "kinda/sorta" has a boyfriend. But the dude cheated on her, and still lives with her. He ain't a juggalos, so it kinda makes me think "KICK HIS ASS TO THE CURB, CUZ HE AINT SHIT! HE AINT A JUGGALO!" But that might be also because i'm interested in her. Shes cute as hell, and right around my age requirements... "Not Jailbait."

So far, that makes it two girls that I want to date... Stephanie, and this new girl, Jessikah. Mary, I'm guessing, still wants to be with me, but i'm serious about us being friends, so i'm trying my damnest not to do anything that might make her think that we're on our way back to being together. I like hanging out with her, and shes great as a friend... but right now, i don't wanna be in a relationship with her.

So I am trying different things, and I would hope that she is too... I consider it a test for both of us. I'm sure that everything will be ok in the end. But even if we don't get back together, at least we can be friends, and everything will be ok...

Either that, or i'm just in a fantasy world, and in reality, i'm at work, shooting everybody with a gun that doesn't even belong to me...

I saw a fresh ass picture. There was a girl sitting in a bathtub with blood coming out of her cooch and her hands, shes holding a hanger, and wearing a shirt that says "Abortions tickle!" I had to laugh... but hey... a free bush shot!

Well, i gotta go do some shit, like smoke some weed. Which reminds me, I have decided to quit smoking cigars, cigarillos, and cigarettes... I smoked a Salem and felt like total fucking shit last monday. Had the worst stomach ache, the worst dizzy spell and all that I have ever had. Apparently, my system was rejecting the CO that I consumed. I felt like total shit... till I ate some Tomato Soup. Ahh, Tomato Soup, the miracle cure for EVERYTHING... I think that if Magic Johnson ate Tomato Soup, he'd be cured of his HIV. I swear it...

So anyways, i'm out. wish me luck on finishing up my album...

You were born in the year of The Ringmaster. Which
means you run the show, anything you say goes
without question.
Relevant Years:
1952, 1958, 1964, 1970, 1976, 1982, 1988, 1994,
2000. Most Compatible with The Amazing Jeckel
Brothers.


The Juggalo Zodiac Quiz
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I finished yet another song. I think its pretty cool, so tell me what you think...


Killa Warehouse

Verse 1
Kill kill kill. That's my motto
I don't care if it causes people pain and sorrow
Make them bleed bleed bleed till they're pasty white
Then dispose of the bodies and call it a night
Cuz there are nights that I wanna just chill and relax
And there are nights that I wanna just stare at big racks
There are nights that I wanna just chill at a club
With the freaks, the geeks, the nerds, broads, and thugs

(Chorus)
Killa Warehouse. A wicked nightspot
Where all the underground bitches are too hot to trot
Killa Warehouse. Where all the psychos roam
Killa Warehouse. A Place called home
(2x)

Verse 2
Walk right in the door and you're greeted with a smile
By a dude that be lookin' like the Beetlejuice guy
And everywhere you look, fine bitches galore
Dressed up all goth, covered in blood and gore
And as the beat drops, we all hop
Bumpin' everything from Hata Beatin' to Stomp (WOOT WOOT)
Swinging our axes to the left and to the right
Like there was nothing but haters in sight

(Chorus)

Verse 3
We, the blood-ridden vampires of the night
Know when the time is right to put in the fright
But we also know when to get our party on
So put your lighters up so high, you sound the fire alarm!

(chorus)

I thought it might be something different. Not as much killing, but hey, its all for fun. I hope that the ninjas in Roseville like it...

I finished Backpack. Apparently, I forgot to write the other two verses... The third verse is a free verse, and the fourth is back to the same style verse...

(Chorus)
Killin' everybody in sight with the weapons in my Backpack (4x)

Verse 3
So I bet you al are wondering what is with the random murder and whose gonna be next...
Would it be you, or perhaps even the person sitting next to you?
FUCK NO!
Because I'm after the wrong doing.
The ones that think they're better than everyone else.
Well, Let's see if they still think they're better, when they're dead and gone, burning forever in hell ("hell" Echoes in a cool fashion)

(chorus)

Verse 4
Silence in the night, you know the time is right
Chop swing hack slash when he can't put up a fight
I'm a scrub in this piece, my anger release
Five minutes with this meat cleaver... now? Deceased
I'm a lunatic-tock. The best on my block
Taser you to death. Imagine the shock.
Your eyes melt in your face at a rapid pace
And your soul is then sent to a firey place

(chorus to fade)

I think they're pretty cool, especially that I threw in a free verse in that as well...

Right now, i'm planning on making another song about Marijuana. Its called Puff and Pass. I don't remember how many verses I need to write, but its gonna be a good stoner medley...

Then my final song is gonna be fresh as hell because it has a funtyme feel to it, so thats gonna be good to write. Its a good thing that i'm almost done, because i'm starting to run out of ideas. But the stoner medley and the funtyme song are the last two songs I need to write, so thats all good. Tell me what you think. AND THE SONG FOR THE OTHER ENTRY TOO!

I finished another song, about the past BITCHES in my life... Not all the girls, just the bitches, and what I do with them sluts. Its called Lord of the Fliez... I consider that because what happens to a pile of dead bodies? THEY GATHER FLIES! And the Z at the end of Fliez so that way I don't get sued... Just a safety precaution...

Lord of the Fliez:

(Chorus)
What you gonna do when you end up with the lord of the fliez
You gonna end up with a big suprise
(KREYZ McKORMIK!) will make sure that you die
For living your life as a big fucking lie (so) (2x)

Verse 1
Lemme flashback to when I met my first love
She looked like something from the sky above
Loose clothing, Flannel shirt, she was lookin' all cute
Turned out she was a bitch in a scrubalicious suit
But I was too blind to see what she had in store for me
She was the one who awoke my insanity
The was only one solution for this little slut
So I pulled out her intestines, choked her out with her own guts

Now she's dead, and i'm filled with homicidal rage
Its what she gets for locking my freedom in a cage
You mess with one side of me, you mess with them all
Her family is witnesses, so I slaughtered them all
Then I hacked up their bodies, put them all in a well
My lunacy had locked my sanity in a shell
Now the Lord of the Fliez is all that is left
The first bitch down, so I go for the next.

(Chorus)

Verse 2
My second girl didn't last long, she doesn't count
But Number three, she was what I was about
First time we chilled, she let me hit the skins
Then afterwards, she told me she had a boyfriend
WHOA! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DID YOU LET ME DO YOU?!
Now I gotta kill him so that way I can be with you
She calmed me down, controlled my rage
She broke it off with him the very next day, so i'm straight

Then three months later, she breaks it with me
The reason being cuz she cheated on me
With the SAME FUCKING GUY SHE WAS WITH BEFORE!
I fucking swear now i'm gonna kill that cheatin' ass whore
Now I gotta kill them both for the evil deed
The only one that survives is her demon seed
And the only thing you hear is two shotgun blasts
Then I do to their bodies what I did with the last

(Chorus)
(solo)
(Chorus)

Verse 3
There is that final girl that I totally despise
The stalker one, Bitch number 5
Looking back, I don't know what I saw in her
Except my dick in her mouth, and her face in my fur
Now, i'm the clingy type, but this chick needed bounce
Or a bottle of snuggle; every motherfucking ounce
And her body? UGH! WAS I FUCKING HIGH
To let this shit fly? I need a hottie whose Bi.

I spent 5 months in hell fucking sandpaper bush
And all I really wanted was some 30 minute tush
So I broke it off with her, she kept calling me back
So often my mentality went back into attack
So I drove to her house with some TNT
And I snuck into her house like it was burglary
Got my shit back, and put the bomb in her car
So next time she opens the door... BOOM! Sound the Alarm!

(Chorus to fade)

I wrote a song about me and my mom, kinda something that will change the pace in my album... I had to fix up the beat to get it to sound good with the lyrics, so here it is...

Mommy Dearest

(Chorus)
Dear Mother, With all that I have been thru
Dear Mother, I'm glad that it was with you
Dear Mother, You are my bestest friend
And my love for you will never end
Dear Mother, I know that you got my back
Dear Mother, I got yours and that's a fact
Dear Mother, You know that I love you true
And everything you do, you know i'm proud of you

Verse 1:
I can reminese to the age of three
You were so very protective as a mother could be
And very supportive, holdin' down 2 jobs
To keep a roof on our heads, and food in our mouths
I was an energetic kid without a care in the world
Play little kids games, waiting for life to unfold
You busted your ass, you never caught a break
All because that man in your life caused you grief and heartache

Well, what to do, being a single mom?
You raised me up right, and for that, you're the bomb
We had our ups and downs, we had our smiles and frowns
Never put thoughts in my head, cuz Dad wasn't around
Never once did you try to change my ways
But you were always there to guide me from day to day
You always was there to support my act
I wish that everybodys mother could be like that

(Chorus)

Verse 2
Mom, nobody knows the life we shared
I had no friends in school, but you were always there
I would tell you my adventures in the field and the swamp
What came from my imagination, and you ate it up
I remember playing Dr. Mario with you
I remember that one time, finally beating you
We both stood up with tears of joy
You gave me a hug, just to congratulate your boy

Remember all the times I would explain my dreams?
Every single little detail, and what the mean?
You never believed it, like the first time I read
My unique abilities would challenge your head
You knew that I was different, and would change the earth
Now I'm on stage, with a mic, spittin' my worth
Every now and then I look back at what we went thru
Mommy Dearest... I love you

(Chorus to fade)

I hope that I make my mom cry when she first hears this, but for now, i'm keeping it a hella secret so she don't know I wrote it...

My arm is cramping about as much as my stomach, so i'm off to eat TOMATO SOUP!

PEACE!

Trevor did his fare share of bitching, now Its my time on the M-I-C

Parents who decide to give their children EVERYTHING:

I have to say that being a single child, I wasn't given everything that I pointed my chubby digit at when I was either watching TV commertials or when I was in the store. I hate how there are these spoiled little shits that will say they want something when I'm in the store and they cry and whine and bitch and piss and moan about not getting it until the fucking shopping cart has more toys than there are cheerios in a box of cereal. Can't we strangle a few of these children? Or even let alone their parents for making them this pissy? Seriously, if I ever get kids of my own, I will do something that died in parenting a long time ago: TOUGH LOVE. No, not because I don't plan on being a bad parent, but because i'm going to prove that everyone else is...

This is how I see it. My roomate has a nephew who is more spoiled than year old milk that had been sitting next to a heater since past it's expiration. This kid, when he and his mother was living with my roomate, had 2 crates of toys at his house and a crate chock full of toys at his grandmothers house. Hes probably received more since the last time i paid attention. I seriously had the urge on numerous occasions to throw all the toys outside and pour gasoline on the crates, then set them on fire.

Children who don't shut up:

Don't get me wrong, I was a child a long time ago, but the way these Ritalin pumped crack babies act today is just fucking annoying. Never was I like that, probably because I was easily attracted to television and video games. Not to mention the occasional GOING OUTSIDE TO PLAY... Of course, this also pertains to the nagging little demon seed that is my roomates nephew. Never shuts up, constantly laughs about shit he doesn't understand, and today, he fuckin whined while playing a video game, for fear that he was going to die. Well, gee, its a fucking video game, and you die in them, but you get to continue playing, jackfuck. I swear to God that his mother does not under any circumstances beat this little fucker. He serious needs a leather belt to the ass.

which brings me to Parents who use "Time Outs"

Time Outs don't work. Beating your children does. Time outs don't teach your children that what they did was wrong. All it teaches them is that even if you decide to set your house on fire, you will at most get a comfy spot to sit in, so no matter what you do, you're constantly in the clear. When I tried to set my house on fire when I was 4, I got my ass beat and a lighter to all 10 of my fingers. You'd think that would teach a kid a thing or two. I'm not saying beat your children comatose. I do still believe that there is such a thing as abuse. As long as your main purpose is to cause a redmark on the asscheeks of your little hellspawn, then its all good. Trust me, parents, beating your little shits will help rather than a time out.

People who whine about dial-up:

Folks, 56K is the fastest that dial up will ever get. If you can't afford DSL, go to the library. Sure it's limited time on the computer, but its free, right? Besides, from what i've found out so far, is that while People PC is currently $24.95 a month, Yahoo DSL is for a limited time only $19.95 a month and its faster than People PC. I own Yahoo DSL and it runs great. Especially on my PS2. Personally, if you aren't patient enough for even dial-up, you need professional help. Shut up and whip out your credit card, call your phone service, and order the fucking DSL sattelite... or just maybe you don't belong on the internet...

WWF becoming WWE:

That was personally bullshit in my perspective. After 20 years of being called the World Wrestling Federation, the Worldwide Wildlife Fund had to step in and bitch. I don't see how the initals WWF could have been confusing. WWF is wrestling... Worldwide Wildlife Fund are bastards... End of Story. But no, now WWF is World Wrestling Entertainment. That was personally Gay... Just about as Gay as Rico.

and since i'm on the WWE... WWE getting rid of the Hardcore title:

You know, I don't care whether or not the WWE Hardcore division was getting wrestlers hurt, but in this age of wanting mass violence and wet, possibly naked titties on live television, I would have wanted the Hardcore title to remain in the WWE. "In the Intrest of Fairness," as you pricks in Connetticut seem to put it. I don't care if it had anything to do with the Brand Extention or if it was hurting wrestlers. Heres what you do. Whoever is the champ goes on both brands, or just put one belt on each brand and get rid of that 24/7 stipulation, cuz the one who originally came up with that rule is DEAD! I don't care if the Attitude Era is gone. I want more blood and cookie sheets on more wrestlers nugget domes! And another thing, don't fish for wrestling talent in the sea of humanity. Trust me, I don't care if Dan Puder was from UFC, hes just an average Joe, and Average Joes don't belong in the ring, they belong in the backyard. Look in other avenues for TALENT! and get a shitload of talent because I swear theres about 20-25 male wrestling superstars on each brand, and that pisses me off. See what happens when you buy out your own competitions?

Christ, TNA has 40-50 wrestlers and thats just one show, not two brand extentions. just one show and 40-50 TOTAL! and they have a cooler, sleeker 6-sided ring. Pentegonal rings are the shit... its just too bad they stole that ring idea from JCW... but no company is safe from stolen ideas, so i guess take what you can get.

IS ICP FUCKING WITH OUR MINDS?

Yeah, it is true that I am a juggalo, but before I have a bunch of clown boys running down my throats online "with hatchets," I just really wanna know is ICP fucking with us, because it seems that they can't really make up their minds about what they wanna do?
"lets go solo... no, lets do an ep... solo...ep...solo...ep... how about we run around in a ring and put mud on our asses... naw, i says we go hump the fridge..." Fuckin' make up your minds for the juggalos, guys! And make it snappy. Are you through, yet? hope so.

internet thugs:

Aren't these misfits funny? I always go into a chat room and there about 10 out of the 30 users that act like they're tough shit... why? If you're on the internet, you're a nerd, end of story. I don't care if you played football all 4 years of high school... Either way, you're lying to yourself and shut up. Now pass me my bowl full of weed and my 30-sided die, I wanna play some D&D so I can learn how to use a magic missile... Nerd!

I just hate going into a room where a 13 year old kid threatens a fat sweaty 30 year old with 2 kids and a pension on the way... and they're both ninjas... NINJAS! KIDS WITHIN THE FAMILY GETTING INTO FIGHTS OVER SOMETHING STUPID WITH A GUY WHOSE BEEN A JUGGALO FOR LONGER THAN THE KID HAD HAIR ON HIS NUTS! And what about? Honestly, nothing. But this lil bastard bets he could go to the fat dudes house and kick his ass, when the kid lives in Australia, and the fat dude lives in Michigan. But I do love watching the so called victim flash his real address for everyone to see. Then when the threatener sees that, he said "damn thats too far away, i shall fight another day... like when I have my girly muscles perked from having the ability to bench press a dingo." Shut the fuck up, and stop trying to start fights about useless crap, you fucking lil prick...

Thats it for now... I shall return... with a bagel...

and cream cheese...

I've had that song from KMK stuck in my head for the past hour, and now i must bore a hole in my skull with this drill to get it out, along with Yoda.

For massive entertainment, go to:

www.happytreefriends.com
www.illwillpress.com
www.rotten.com
www.wwe.com

i just thought i'd plug in some fresh websites, one of which is filled to the brim with SQUIRRELY WRATH! lol

Friday was good. Bowled a 125, 126, and 136 with a 110 average...

Saturday, I hung out with Mary and got some stuff from hot topic. One of them window sticky things that has a gothic Stan saying "whats the point in caring when all it brings is pain?" I liked Stan when he started hanging out with the goths, cuz he had a pimp cane... GOTHIC PIMP GLITTER! HOO-HA! afterwards, me and Mary laid around and watched X-Men... we cuddled, true, but just as friends... we weren't kissing or anything, just layin' on the couch, cuz we're both lazy and wanted to lay down, and the floor is lumpy...

Sunday had to have been the better days for the weekend. Not because of bowling, not because of who I was hanging out with (which was Jenny), but because of WHOSE PHONE NUMBER I Received. HAHA I'm Bizz-Ack in the Gi-Dame. <_< Fo-Shizzle >_>

Thing was I was drinkin' while I was bowling, and that was a little help for me talkin' to this girl. Her names Stephanie Carpenter, and shes a lil cutie. Shes generally nice, and is kinda the opposite of how I am. Shes got the tight clothes and prep look going, which is fine, because I was dating a prep as a juggalo before i started dating lettes. no real big deal in my book, but this girl seems to be hella-nice, and she was to me. I mean, i cuss like i'm trying to put the navy to shame, and I dress in baggy ass clothes, but she got to experience the real me... except buzzed on alcohol. But it wasn't so bad that I was loud and rambuntious. But I could make her laugh, which is always a plus. I talked to her about some really fresh stuff, about what I was interested in, what SHE was interested in, and somehow it got to a point where we were discussing our favorite soap operas. Hers is All My Children and mine is WWE Raw. Both are soaps, except mine is filled with sweaty, oily men in panties.

But eventually, I decided to bite the bullet and asked her if she was seeing somebody and she said no. Well, last week she was talking boyfriend this and that like she was still seeing the dude. But she assured me that she had been single since August... From what I could gather is that if I had been broken up with Mary when shit started to originally crumble, then I would probably be with Stephanie today... possibly, i don't know. But Stephanie is a really cool chick, and I do hope that I don't piss her off. And this time, i'm gonna seriously work on a friendship with her before just jumping into a relationship like I did the last few girlfriends...

But hopefully, by the end of the bowling season, she and I will be really tight knit. The best thing is that if I were to start dating Stephanie, then I won't really have to introduce her to my mother, cuz my mom bowls with me Sunday nights, as does Stephanie.

Oh and to let you know, Stephanie is 19, so yay, no worries about statutory with this one. I've had a past of girlfriends that were under 18 when i've dated them... i've only started dating when i was 18-19... so its kinda a problem. But now, because of Stephanie... TREVORS THE PEDOPHILE! well, thats what he gets for hanging out with me the past 6 years... haha. just playin' brother.

Well, i'm gonna get my flat ass off this chair so I can get back to work, and eat some cattle flesh...

1 month, 12 days until the concert... Anyone reading this can wish me and Jenny luck, bitch!

-K

I shot a 77 Couch Piercings at the Flying Sauces
OH KAY... Some motherwhore keeps on sending me anonymous messages and won't shut the fuck up about my former relationship with Mary and my friendship with Jenny.

I know that dense motherfucker is gonna be reading this, so with a cheery voice and disposition, I would personally like to extend my middle finger at your general direction, and tell you to lick my asscrack.

I would have to speculate that I know who it is, but I won't do anything to them because it isn't right. I mean, at least I didn't go in and corrupt THEIR webjournal or anything. But I think that what they should do is go and take a fucking WALK and stay away from their computer, let alone MY fucking webjournal.

There, now that I got that off my chest (and the total diss i put on their candy ass on my previous journal entry... check the whoreposts), I can continue with my life, and ignore that faggoty bitchy ass...

I went bowling last night, and all that was there was me and Greg. Greg is some 50 something asshole. He thinks that he is so above everyone and the world because hes got a 170+ average on the league. I don't give a shit because I got a 110 average. I'm the shit in my own mind, and its not because of my fuckin' average. Its because I'm a rap star in my mind, and I gotta keep that mentality going because of that fuckin' concert thats comin' up quickly...

But I was at bowling, and I just sat there as much as I could before I had to bowl, and I just bumped my shit in my headphones, in my own little world. Sat there for 3 hours, and sometimes even put the CD Player in my pocket so I could continue traveling in my own pool of Evility/Insanity.

What is Evility? Simple. Evility is everywhere. Evility is the surroundings that you see. Evility is Dark, Cryptic, and forever existing. It is what causes you to sin. It is Insanity, mixed with the knowledge to work Insanity. You have smart people, you have the inanely insane... Evility is both. Kinda like a criminal mastermind. But most insane people can't control it. you know how you see a flick and you see the insane motherfucker in a rubber room and hes in a strait jacket, bouncing off the walls? He has Insanity but he can't control his actions. His soul isn't prepared for Evility, and is rejecting it. Evility is for the chosen few that are insane and can control it, mold it, and shape it to what THEY want it to be. Someone who is insane can chop up a body and just stew in the juices. Evility victims will chop up the body, but they'll know what exactly what to do to get away with it... Evility is in everyone, but a lot of people reject it as hard as they can to lead normal lives... But most, like I, don't reject it; they accept and embrace it with open arms. Soon the Era of Evility will begin...

>=D Evil

But here are the lyrics to the song:

All of my life I have been a nice guy
But now, I think back and don't know why I try
I'm constantly bugged, mocked and judged
Forced to be an outcast, feelin' like sludge
But it's been that way since the age of six
For 16 years, forced to live with it
Been a fuckin' lifetime tryna stay bold
You become your surroundings, so I became cold

~~4 Beat Pause~~

So now what to do when a hater talk shit?
Take a Ball Peen Hammer to the motherfuckers lips
Beat his ass, break his legs, leave him for dead
Don't forget the dent in the base of his head
A wise decision not to fuck with me
My rage is as clear as my insanity
I've changed over time, it's gotten to me
Welcome to the era of Evility

Evility's no secret, the presence lies within
The bowels of your soul, and it's what causes you to sin
So if you sit and wonder what the fuck is wrong with you
Nothing personal, but Evility has gotten you
There's no way to escape it, you are a chosen few
So don't try to deny it, just run with the crew
It's always had you, so don't try to flee
Just grab a crowbar and bash someone in the knee

Now beat the bitch down, don't ever ever quit
Just vent your frustrations out and shit
Nothin' but a bloody mess, now that's what i'm sayin'
Show every single hater out there that you ain't playin'
But remember that there are others just like you
And they've all had the same problems you've been through
And if you see one of them, don't turn your back
Because they'll give you love tenfold, and that is a fact...

Sick, huh? Oh fuckin' well... Deal.

Tomorrow is gonna be yet another day, and I'm gettin' sick of not seein' Trevor. Hes my boy and hes my bro. Hes my fellow fuckin' juggalo. And while i'm gonna be suckin' down a hennesy, hes gonna be suckin' down a Jennysey!

AHAHAHA... That was a good fuckin' giggle, i tellz ya. I know they're both gonna get redface when they read that, but its always good to do weird shit just for the reaction... even if it means that TREVOR WILL SHOOT ME IN THE BACK WITH MY OWN AIRSOFT GUN or something...

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>_>
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... Tumbleweed rolls by ...

Another thing is that i got a cool ass button with the Squirrel from Ill Will.. that kid is fuckin' cool... SQUIRRELY WRATH! It shows the squirrel holding on to a fry saying "you should be stabbed in the eye with a really hot french fry" or something to that effect...

SHUT UP! ITS NOT IN FRONT OF ME, AND IM NOT GONNA GET UP TO GO GET IT BECAUSE IM COMFY RIGHT NOW...

... and no, Jenny, you cannot have it, unless you have a buck fifty and tax...

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>_>

... Tumbleweed rolls by ...