rumors
to quell the rumors...
yeah, i was contacted and was put on consideration for wild card. but i got cut from consideration on sunday. everyone in that round is from the top 32, apparently. nice to be considered, though it was sort of fucked up.
fucking eric yoder. vote for lisa leuschner. jpl. george huff (though he creeped the fuck out of me at Hollywood). and elizabeth letendre because she fine (though she gained some).
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I've decided to write my own hit hip-hop anthem. The type "they be bangin' at tha cluuubs." The catchy verses that would have all the slutty girls screaming like its "they birfdey." The cheer-competition friendly jock jam. It serioulsy can't be that hard.
I figure you gotta pick some sort of inanimate object and involve it in some catchy action. for example, a milkshake shakes, a playa' fronts, etc. Hence, my hit is entitled "Waterbottle." And it will go something like this:
Twist, just twist it good
Twist my cap
Twist my water bottle cap
Yeah, yeah. What, What?
Twist my watter bottle good!!
The bridge would be "off tha hook":
Twist it just twist it
Twist it just twist it
Twist it just twsit it
Twist it goooood!!
Of course, the Neptunes are gonna "lay down some beatz" for it, and if they refuse I'll get Missy Elliott. Though I assure you that if she took over, I'd have to fill my hip hop hit with grotesque references. Noting that Missy E is the queen of the comparative verse, loading her tunes with MANY similes like "scream like a groupay" and "flip like a biirrrd" and "lips like L.L". I also need to repeat some form of random sounds and indulge in the typical conceit. Therefore, some of my verses would be droppin' like:
I'm Bao Wow, fat like a hippopatamus..what what!
I eat twinkies like freeway tunnels 'eat-a-bus'...quack quack!
I'm fucking hot like Mama Bear's porridge...moo moo!
I hold more food than fucking U-Haul storage...meeeeeeeow!
So fuck you Simon, you's lettin' a Hip Hop Supastar slip between your butter cookie and tea fingers!
me = clever! (cultural translation: Off Tha Hook!)
me (currently) = on fucking 'shrooms!
just kidding, which is the tragedy
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EDIT: The Freudian Slip of the Night
What I meant to say to my roommate: "Can you please turn down your music?"
The Slip: "Can you please turn down that crap?"
yeah, i was contacted and was put on consideration for wild card. but i got cut from consideration on sunday. everyone in that round is from the top 32, apparently. nice to be considered, though it was sort of fucked up.
fucking eric yoder. vote for lisa leuschner. jpl. george huff (though he creeped the fuck out of me at Hollywood). and elizabeth letendre because she fine (though she gained some).
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I've decided to write my own hit hip-hop anthem. The type "they be bangin' at tha cluuubs." The catchy verses that would have all the slutty girls screaming like its "they birfdey." The cheer-competition friendly jock jam. It serioulsy can't be that hard.
I figure you gotta pick some sort of inanimate object and involve it in some catchy action. for example, a milkshake shakes, a playa' fronts, etc. Hence, my hit is entitled "Waterbottle." And it will go something like this:
Twist, just twist it good
Twist my cap
Twist my water bottle cap
Yeah, yeah. What, What?
Twist my watter bottle good!!
The bridge would be "off tha hook":
Twist it just twist it
Twist it just twist it
Twist it just twsit it
Twist it goooood!!
Of course, the Neptunes are gonna "lay down some beatz" for it, and if they refuse I'll get Missy Elliott. Though I assure you that if she took over, I'd have to fill my hip hop hit with grotesque references. Noting that Missy E is the queen of the comparative verse, loading her tunes with MANY similes like "scream like a groupay" and "flip like a biirrrd" and "lips like L.L". I also need to repeat some form of random sounds and indulge in the typical conceit. Therefore, some of my verses would be droppin' like:
I'm Bao Wow, fat like a hippopatamus..what what!
I eat twinkies like freeway tunnels 'eat-a-bus'...quack quack!
I'm fucking hot like Mama Bear's porridge...moo moo!
I hold more food than fucking U-Haul storage...meeeeeeeow!
So fuck you Simon, you's lettin' a Hip Hop Supastar slip between your butter cookie and tea fingers!
me = clever! (cultural translation: Off Tha Hook!)
me (currently) = on fucking 'shrooms!
just kidding, which is the tragedy
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EDIT: The Freudian Slip of the Night
What I meant to say to my roommate: "Can you please turn down your music?"
The Slip: "Can you please turn down that crap?"