so i went to write a lil post about last nite and it ended up being hella verbose, so i dumped it on the OG huevos blog, Life Is Like My Cock On Chocolates. but here is an excerpt, click on it to get the whole scoop:

i need to find a place outside the building to handle this but i am right in the middle of downtown GSO. i am feeling kinda edgy from my red bull. i leave the building bound for some empty courtyard i saw out the window and immediately hone in on the crev spot. i creep behind some electrical boxes or whatever, and based on the all the cig butts and candy wrappers i am not the first person to hang back here. it’s totally the type of place i would piss, i am seriously one of the best public urinators that i know. anyways, i expect to see someone smoking crack and/or drinking listerine back there, but no one pops up and asks me for a favor.

also, on the drive down i heard this. first time. took me a second to figure out it was “roy” and not “roll” or some other shit. this is straight out of South Carolina. someone please give me a beat like this so i can do “crank dat mustache” …. debmaster, are you reading this? really doe, this concept is getting ridiculous. really doe, i WILL do a song like this.