Dj Lipton

'Hang on St. Christopher'

Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil

Buckle down the rumble seat and let the radiator boil

Got an overhead downshift and a two-dollar grill

Got an eighty-five cabin on an eighty-five hill

Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side

Open it up tonight the devil can ride

Hang on St. Christopher with a barrelhouse dog

Kick me up Mount Baldy, throw me out in the fog

Tear a hole in the jackpot, drive a stake through his heart

Do a hundred on the grapevine, do a jump on the start

Hang on St. Christopher now don't let me go

Get me to Reno and bring it in low, yeah

Hang on St. Christopher with the hammer to the floor

Put a highball in the crank case, nail a crow to the door

Get a bottle for the jockey gimme a two-ninety-four

There's a seven-fifty Norton bustin' down January's door

Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side

Open it up tonight the devil can ride

Hang on St. Christopher now don't let me go

Get me to Reno got to bring it in low

Put my baby on the flat car, got to burn down the caboose

Get 'em all jacked up on whiskey, then we'll turn the mad dog loose

Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side

Open it up tonight the devil can ride, oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

-Tom Waits

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Farts and coughs it's got it all...

Look at this preposterous situation; can we even call it a conundrum in an intelligent manner? A grown-ass man has fallen in love with a cartoon character. He constantly calls out folks on being in a TV/Movie fantasy world and says he’s real all the time. What do you think he should do? Should he join the TV/Movie fantasy world and watch nothing but Cool World, Who Framed Roger Rabbit and Blaxploitation films; hoping to have the Blonde Godz manifest this love into his life? He knows damn well that every time he tries to have something manifested in his life it ends in stupidity and tragedy only making him revert to anger and frustration. Albeit, should he continue to sit in his tomb of a house in filth and desperation? The real answer is to ignore this fleeting idiocy and just leave him to rot. He has no patience and is an asshole most of the time. Let him rot in his nonconformity, he only thinks it and what he thinks is usually wrong, and we are right. How could we be wrong?! “Wow what a loser…” -Beastie Boys ( Hey Fuck You, To The Five Boroughs).

"Now everybody's me" -The Dead Milkmen

...And you ruined them!

This mixtape isn't worth a scent. I wonder if anybody reads the descriptions?

Have you seen Mama whispering vices?

Like this y'all, this y'all, this y'all, this y'all...

Are you putting wordz in my mouf?