Yo! What up...not that I care. This part of the site is just a message to you haters, graters and school team debaters - it's MC (no, not Mc, as in Donald) Mus0 here just lettin y'all know what happens to you punk-ass....ass-es...that mess with my poor brain!
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Maybe I should explain, (sorry about all that unnecessary language back there, but sometimes its the only thing you BITCH ASSES..."people" understand) A while ago, whilst deep in the throes of internet constipation, I used to play guitar in a wonderful band named "Porthole". We spent many a gig playing to hordes of small children all gingerly nodding there heads in appreciation to our particularly good brand of pop-punk-skate-rap-mediumcore acoustic jams. But, as is always the way with sucess, there was jealousy amongst the other (lesser) bands of the cultural capital that is - Bromley.
The Retakes, often to be seen propping up the bill under us started to "dis" the wonderful Porthole, by saying various things about the legitamacy of our parentage and other such off the cuff remarks. The ineffable Porthole, never returned fire and plotted and schemed a revenge so unbelievably and uniquely painful to its recipients that the very details of it in written form alone would make your spleen self-eject out of you arse....
Well, that plan didn't workout so this is what I did. |
