we be superjuice. rivoli owned us. (lawsuit pending)
we got bent over a long pleather couch and raped by the rivoli.
but we fought back and rivoli won't be doing that again to any more handsome
young lads. nope. and ever notice how rapping and raping are just one letter
off? like check these two sentences:
(a) i'm a dope ass rapper.
(b) i'm a dope, ass raper.
now listen to my music and figure out which statement is false. i'm going to
start calling myself a rappist. analyst by day, rappist by night. same thing for
analest. radical. i gotta get some new business cards.
 |
 |
 |
| i like to start the show off very artsy. just the orchestra. with my back to the crowd. i hum into the mic building to a fabulous crescendo then... | BAM! i turn around and start rapping about panties and bmx bikes and buying the perfect pie. | but mike ain't havin' any of that. he waits backstage like a panther. an angry panther. then when its his turn he pounces and BAM he's rapping out pies too. |
 |
 |
 |
|
ohhh this looks very hip hop. this is the shot we're going to use when we need to submit a pic of us doing hip hoppy things. look at us. microphone checka. one two. one two. |
and then this is the pic i'll submit when we need one of us doing something soulful and romantic. yeah. totally. and it must be romantic if i'm touching myself like that. there's a lot of love in this pic. | guess who got new shoes? me. fuck yeah. |
 |
 |
 |
| the graphics guy messed up on the kick drum skin. it was supposed to read "superjuice." in a crazy coincidence, a band called "supernal" opened for us. WEIRD! i have a feeling they changed their name when they saw the typo on the drum. its just a theory. | why are there no pictures of dave? he's the most handsome of all. its a shame. you can almost see him in the last one but not enough. wait. i'll fix it. | there. this is dave. handsome huh? yeah. my panties are dripping weeeet. |
 |
 |
|
| and i'm ghost. no seriously. i'm a ghost. | check me out. i'm hovering. someone call mulder and scully. and tell scully to take her clothes off. and tell mulder to.. forget it. somethings are best left in my head. | |
