So the other day I'm going to pay cash for my brand new Lexus and the rims I ordered, they put the wrong fucking rims on! It's like when I'm going into a fucking restaurant to eat. I can't sit down without some son of a bitch kid coming up to me and saying, "Hey! Sign this! Sign this!"? Why don't you sign my cock you little bastard. I'm trying to eat a fucking meal here. I don't care if you buy my records. Get the fuck outta here before I punch your cock!
   I'm sponsored by Addidas and what do I give a fuck if you little Phillipino kids work for 15 cents a year to make these goddamn shoes. They look great! You put on a pair of Addidas and a brand new fucking fur coat and you are styling.

   And lets face it, thats what this business is about, style. I mean listen to these guitars they sound like shit! Me and J made this up in a half an hour. You don't have to be any good to do this.

Kiss my belly button from the inside.

-Crotchduster