Hey Mister Spencer Griffith,

Go back to playing snood.

I guess the day we called

You were in a shitty mood.

Did she fake another headache?

Did you get some bad fast food?

You don't like ganja references?

It's the music business dude.

It's fun to rip on bands and all.

I do it all the time.

But we pack rock clubs wall to wall

And never play Sublime.

Most people get the Kingston joke.

I guess that you did not.

If you went to down to Kinston, though,

Your white ass would get shot.

And also for the record,

DJs are not cliche.

It turns out that turntables

Are an instrument you play.

But one thing about music is

It's for the common man.

And those who cannot do, review,

And Spence, we understand.

And now the song becomes a marathon...(ad infinitum)


how'd I upset you

man you know they coming to get you

I never met you

but I bet you

wanna be like me only your brain won't let you

what did that 40 hour a week job net you?

they hit you with team mentality

until it came back and bit you

what did you do

when your pension evaporated

what did you do

to that boss you always said you hated?

by hook or by cattle prod

by the book or by battle squad

or by leaving it up to god


two TVs

a car and some sneakers on your feet

that don't make you rich

first things first

life is short so shoot first

let god sort em out take em out

three round bursts

second by second

death beckoning the day of reckoning

no regrets taking all bets

it gets worse

you don't work you don't eat

boss man say so

unemployment rate

people on death row

going back to school

going back to prison

four walls three meals

two one no deal


Can you believe it?

I'm back with a rhyme

No you can't

Like Manson in Bowling for Columbine

I'm on a rant

Do your damnedest

You know I ain't lyin'

Ain't trying to be accessory

To that kind of crime

Drop a dime

Why don't y'all just crawl

Back in the slime

Tick tock look at the clock

We live in interesting times

The walls are falling

While We drawing the blinds

Singin' mena mena I swear to god

We're losing our minds

Selling out is the new making it

Don't cuss

Don't say beep ass ho

Or fly ass beep

I'll fuck ya bitch ass up bitch

What bitch I don't sleep

Stay away from K and H,

Also E and X

In fact alphabet soup is

Pretty much off limits next

Don't misbehave



I don't wanna kiss yo mamma

Drink some water if you roll

Got a lotta marijuana

California medical

I don't need a grammer teacher

This is all intentional

Michael Stipe likes orange soda

So do yall subliminally

doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo

let the music take control of you





So what I'm insane I got mad charisma

And old school slang like what it is man

That's where it's at with two turn tables

And a classy dismissal just like Clark Gable's

A man apart scheming on my island

Two day head start and you afraid of dying

Leave a lot more to the imagination

That the finest whore on your vegas vacation

When the chips are down and the stakes are high

I got the luck to back it up and you all in with the big blind

So go ahead and try to find a nicer MC

Because your whole damn life you been looking for me

And then again I might not do it for spite

Raging bile backed up with phlegm from last night

Yo I got a question for you Mr record producer

Where were you when we were out trading music for food

cigarettes mix tapes shit what all we could get

To this day we never turned down a fair trade yet

Because its like the Beatles said all you need is love

And all I need tonight is time to fuck shit up

Meanwhile there's a war in the middle east

Everybody on both sides screaming for peace

But we do it by hiding out in gated communities

And they do it by blowing up shit to get on TV

And you can believe what you want to believe

Bumper stickers ain't shit to oil companies

They make em out of plastic that's petroleum based

Put your money in their pockets and beg to disagree



This is for my people in Casablanca

Make it last longer than Willy Wonka

This is for my people in Carolina

Fuck democracy bring rap to China

This is for my people in uptown Harlem

Chasing that bling like the creature Golem

This is for my people in Tienamen square

Hello I'm Johnny Cash and I been everywhere

This is for my people all over the world

Blacksburg Jackson Lewisburg Wilmington

It's the science of funk tour so come get some

Tallahassee Austin St Louis Boston


The experimental railroad killing machine

This call is monitored welcome to the machine

Like Razel and DJ Spooky it's man vs. machine

This verse was written by me the next by machine

This old timer code talker put your men on their guard

Get your gun and go hunting the streets for terror squads

It's man vs machine decide whose side you are on

Machines got better weapons but we got better odds

We beat the gods who made us at the darwin awards

hold the earth in an iron fist and wage these wars

for fuel to run machines because we're hungry for more

like your boss stole your pension and your kid stole your car

Better learn to build a fire and catch rainwater

Because machines have no mercy they gone strike back hard

because it's man vs machine and it's




I like to play cards even though the preacher says

They are the instruments of the Devils hands

I like to play cards in bars and throw away my winnings

On fat cigars and whiskey drinking women

I like to play guitars even though mama said

There ain't no better way to waste your whole life

I like to play guitars in bars and drink free PBRs

And thank my stars that she was right

Another song another hole in the wall

I guess I didn't write it down after all

Rock n roll ain't hockey you don't have to get cold

And you don't lose your soul until the money takes hold



The Kent Road Massacre

I went down Virginia

how it's lonesome on the road

Hey don't let them get ya

when your carrying that load

Better times and ages

Gifts from the unknown

And I wonder still I wonder

who'll stop the rain

All that I been saying

A thousand times before

If you are a christian

won't you let me in your door

Everything I've given

Everything I've gained

And I wonder still I wonder

Who'll stop the rain

Peace and paranoia

Hope and apathy

Make your own decision

Don't put that weight on me

I'm just trying to hold up

A light for you to see

And I wonder still I wonder

Who'll stop the rain

Write yourself a letter

Put it in a drawer

Find it when you're moving on

Wonder who it's for

Find out if you know yourself

Better than before

And I wonder still I wonder

Who'll stop the rain


stereophonic process and apparatus patented

ya know it when ya hear it

like JBs lyrics

like priceless art

ya can't get near it

like judgment day ya fear it

and the terrorists win

but the streets will keep rockin

the soul will be the rhythm

here i go again

reggae soldier on a mission

with a radicals band

got getting down to do

and we started just then

there will be time for drugs

there will be time for women

right now i'm gone play guitar

and y'all listen


with the quickness like mario

i step to the next level

down with the sickness like yo

i stole this mic from the devil

that's why the flows harmonious

the records felonious

and the man behind the curtain

getting stuck like polonius

why i outlast

rappers sorry they asked

bury they rhyming dictionary

on the podcast

and fuck your effects pedal

it's not punk rock or metal

i thought karaoke was dead

i got a score to settle


i got tired of singer songwriters

who can't write a song

so here's a list of rhymes

it's like five minutes long

and if you memorize and

say it backwards three times

i'll appear in the mirror

with dr gonzo and pardon your crimes

yeah i quit drinking

every night when i pass out

stereo blaring

not caring ass out

go ahead ask me

how my face got mutilated

trying to hit rock bottom

and i finally made it

i write code for the microphone

stealth mode

if you don't know leave me alone

i write code for the microphone

stealth mode

if you don't know leave me alone

it's on the low like the underground railroad

it's on the low like the underground railroad

i write code for the microphone

stealth mode

if you don't know leave me alone