A Keen Drum Machine Buff, Who Fieds For More Green Stuff

Doom. These lyrics are insane, I am posting all of them:

Dangerdoom - Crosshairs
[MF Doom]

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop, but don't get any on you
It's all a big scam, to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic he's like the triggerman, fig jam
Doom, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study, crews got no clues
Like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics
It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to plot sick vicks with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin hands
The other one on his swollen glands, a golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you true? Matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Black jew like that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two
Super, he's loaded dice nice
And overpriced, a arm and a leg; homey life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight - somebody's robbin Lou Dobbs and them tonight
And he's on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Got some peers, that's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs

{*Thundercleese sings*}

[Brak]
Hey Mr. Thundercleese!
What's that you were singing?

[Thundercleese]
It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom

[Brak]
Well I always say
Nuttin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
better than AN AMAZING PAIR OF JUGS!
[ Crosshairs Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

But then, some of you aren't interested in the lyrics - just looking out the windows at some trees going by. Speaking of which, its about time for another Man Trip - "not it" on organizing this one.
Monday, it was a workday. Got to talk to my dad yesterday though he broke protocol and called me. I managed to make him feel guilty for this by stating that he took away my ability to prove that I didn't forget it was Father's Day. This is how we celebrate father's day in my family, with guilt. This Father's Day I won.
Did some unpacking which is about two months overdue, but felt good none the less. At some point we will be moved into this apartment fully, probably at the point we decide to move apartments. It was pretty funny though, Kia and I just spent the majority of the time we were unpacking saying how nice it was to be in our new apartment, its true, this stupid apartment is so much more relaxing to be in than the old one.
Lakers scraped by last night. I have to hand it to them though, they did it without Kobe completely running the game. Lamar Odom was looking pretty legitimate (I still like the fact that Phil Jackson likened him to a puppy - dumb but hard to get mad at). Speaking of basketball - the team that lets me play with them won today which puts their (our) season record at 5-1. Not bad. Don't ask me how many points I have scored (0). Jerk, I said not to ask.
About to hop off the shuttle at Civic Center. Wifey is going to scoop me up and maybe a walk tonight. Trying to get back down to fighting weight. Speaking of which, Kia bought the Perfect Push Up things:
Which are pretty cool, mostly because doing push ups with my hands flat on the ground is impossible for me because of my non-flexible wrists. Uh, can you say hulked up? Man, I wish I had that image of The Hulk Leotta photoshopped my head onto, that would be perfect for this post.
OK, keep it grimey.