Carl Winslow.

visions of hot dog assimilators and demonstrators, menstruation fluids puked in putrid mutants, inoculate to ovulate bob's toupe, robbed two gays eatin yoplait off some ho's plate, usin rogaine in propane tanks with no name plates, stop off to drop off in barstow california, gastric ashes with placid masses passin gasses, sittin on on a mattress readin maxim lookin at asses, questioning my assets, the past gets on my nerves sometimes when i come to unnerve and unwind, heard some rhymes the other day about how a mother's place is in the home, she isn't allowed to roam or use the phone unless the fusion's chrome, music's prone to lose its own homegrown bastard children while masters instill winning spirits while jimmy hears it from jimney cricket, "rim me and stick it" is what most girls say, whoever wears pearls is gay, it's all about clorox from women dumb as a doornob squeeks, rum and some more scotch please, rubbin the whores knockers with floor doctors screamin i want some more ostrich, positive opticals lodgin the nocturnals at hop-scotch urinals

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i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain, let's go inside donald trump's comb-over and see what we discover.

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i had a dream this morning about using one of those T*Mobile text messengers. i ain't got one cuz i never seen the point since you can call people on cellphone (as well as text message). but maybe ill get one. damn they successful with their advertising.

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shut the fuck up. i'm not concerned with a post count. with that said:

orthopedic thread eschelons, astronmers and philosophers try to mess with god, my stress is odd, tangle with octupus and mangle trendy sushi lovers that attend neo yoga classes at the ymca. nigga please, give me the cheese with extra mold, sike i'm just playin, brainwaves fluctuate, planetary revolutions circumnavigate like like electrons around protons and neutrons, travelling like cells down 2 lane busy streets stuck in traffic, observing buildings and people, hopin not to crash like evil kaneival, green goblins and angels excavate the mind and thought patterns, escaping in dreams and reality and setting up shop in arizona, just outside of sedona, getting psychic readings from white women, is it a delusion or a state of psychosis? pop a breath mint for your severe case of halatosis, so i can kiss you, dismiss you, grab a tissue and dry your eyes, my relatives don't mix like dicks and dykes, stayin up late watchin dick van dyke on nick at night, bitch im right shut the fuck up dont argue with me, comin over to my house with an attitude, no im not mad at you but you seem mad at me, i wanted to show you the door and tell you to get out like martin lawerence, or martin payne, whatever his name is, fuck my math teacher

Ok... What do you say to people who accuse you of hating women? In what way? A bad way a loving way? I don't really say I dislike women. I write the most sexiest records out. I think I write more exotic records. I think I write more outspoken than the average rapper. I think I'm not scared to say anything I want. You have girls that sing about guys ain't paying their bills and men are this and men are that and I write about women who want to go out for free, they don't want to pay for the dinner, they try to get over, they wanna leave... I write a lot of songs about my impressions from a man's point of view. If you want to say you got to take a woman out to a fancy restaurant, I write songs about hey I'm not taking you to a fancy restaurant, I wanna take you to McDonald's. I think people hate the kind of humorous way of me saying that. I'm not a glamorous guy so I'm not gonna write about living a life of champagne - ...bling bling... All the singers are singing I wanna take you to the Bahamas and drink pina coladas. I be saying stuff that's kind of more real. I wanna go make some peanut butter and jelly. I'll write a song about girl why don't you grab a peanut butter sandwich. I think people get mad because I make more direct records. I'm not against women. I'm not against men. I just write about me telling my side of how I would say something. Like sometimes you ain't got to go out. I mean the world is a place where it feels like a woman has to go out everywhere in society, you have to buy her and cook her a meal and stuff.