It's a wrong night. Who wnats a bar fight? Baseball bats? I got somthing for that. It goes rat-a-tat-tat (yeah, you know what that is)! Enough said, get the album "In search of" by N.E.R.D.

Hello world, from here is where I will launch my verbal assault on planet earth and other neighboring planets. Take cover as this is the first strike of the Deev. You shall see me tear a new asshole for any and all politicians, lawyers, members of the executive branch and generally anyone I can get my hands on. Don't like your local governor, neither do I, but the hell with them, and lemme assure you, they're all gonna die sooner or later and go kick it with the devil himself, but what will remain however, is the spirit of defiance, no matter what year it is and who is in charge. With that said, all the presidents/prime ministers/ monarchs in the world and their deputies can line up, kiss my ass and call it ice cream.
God bless the average Joes and Janes and the hell with the rulling elite, anywhere, anytime.