So I was feeling a little nostalgic and looked through my old rhymes on my old blog, Stop Trying To Play Me and came across this post. I decided those lyrics needed to be punched up and laid down on a track. . I’ve been meaning to sample a scene from Bowfinger, one of my favorite movies. So I did exactly that
The thing about Chuck Spears, it ain’t my given name.
It’s my taken name and right now I’m takin aim.
Not a muh f**ker outchere – trying to make it rain.
Money over bichez – (all day)- flying paper planes
(Eat -mangoes) so a chick can get – flavored brains
(swallow every drop) – don’t gotta think about – labor pains
(Bastards ain’t mine) – other dudes gotta take the blame
(Players gone play) – give a f*ck – if you hate the game
Used to, hold the door for chicks like Johnny Be Good
Now I bang ‘em in the bathroom like Mami we, good?
Throw up the peace sign, throw up in the next stall
Then jump on the stage and holla, Yes Yes Y’all
We Don’t stop, throw your hands in the air
And say Ho, grab my nuts. See? I just don’t care
‘Cause it ain’t even a show there ain’t even a mic
On a table in a diner rapping with a butter knife
Missed the gig, my bad it was the other night
Am I wrong for that, these days I don’t do nothing right
I’m dead wrong, good thing I’m true and livin’
Try to check me on it, come on, who ya kiddin’
I’m Chuck, Part Samson, Part Charles Manson
MMM Bop I’m Part Hanson, just start dancin’
No reason to stand still I like moving targets
My Spit got you open – kinda like chewing carpet
Bald head and goatee, like a black ming the merciless
sickness contagious on some dot dot circle shit
in a dark cabin I’m creepin up all murderous
brains on the walls confuse obituary journalists
put on headphones see how mind blowin my vesres is
for example watch a star from afar like Copirnicus
Straight heat to ya grill, like you’re pressed up on furnaces
No more Mr. Niceguy, Chuck Spears gone Bezerkowitz
Cross me on a bad day and all ya dreams turn to shit
having Nightmare see ya old Granny turning tricks
got ya drooling down ya chin, kids gotta learn to spit
Don’t even practice with my lines – guarnteed to burn ya lips
The poster is a gritty reboot of this filmation classic from the 80s.
Here’s a song I made for the What Say You podcast. The What Say You Podcast consist of Brian Quinn and Sal Vulcano from the Tru TV series, Impractical Jokers. In the podcast they introduced the idea of a psychotic honey bear named that Sal tried to carry on board a flight. They proposed an animated short contest for the honey bear, who the discovered was named “Nugget.” I made a song inspired by the Hanna Barbera theme songs I loved in my youth to maybe be animated at some point. Below is that glorious song.
Here’s an accompanying cover pic for the song.
My mind was being fried by the cute animal gif gig I’ve been doing, so I went to cracked.com in the forums and looked in the Artist Work Order Thread. Someone requested this:
Hey folks! Mind if I ask for a two-panel thing?
Imagine a dumb middle-aged guy, looks a bit like Woody Harrelson with a crew cut. In the first panel he’s all listless, you know, just kind of out of it, and he’s saying “I want one too…” But then in the second panel he bursts into anger, and he’s shaking his fists and quivering with his eyes bulging out and everything. He’s shouting, “BUT I CAIN’T!!”
I’d really appreciate it if somebody could draw that for me. Thanks in advance!
I thought it would be a fun exercise, so I whipped this up in about half an hour or so.
I hope the guy can use it. It was fun.
Mogadishu is fascinating to me, so I drew him a bit more for a video for the song Gunpowder and Toast. Below are some pieces i did for the video.
44 door to door
And here’s the video.
It’s probably being made, RIGHT NOW!!!