You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me? I'm calling out your name
Can't you see me? I'm pounding on your door

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
Can't you hear me? I'm beating on the wall
Can't you see me? I'm pounding on your door
Can't you hear me when I'm calling out your name?

When I used to go out I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me? I'm beating on the wall
Can't you see me? I'm pounding on your door

"The Rat," the Walkmen

The bartender last night at the Ottobar gave me the wrong check card back... I didn't notice because it was from the same bank as mine and looked the same and I was in a hurry... Now I am atm card-less for a week. Oh No! And I gave her a good tip, too. Damn it.

Last night, went to Asylum to hang out with Byron & Cricket, then to Phase to sit in on the Hidden Hand's full-length recording sessions. J Robbins is producing their new album and I think it's going to be pretty awesome. They were just getting started, demoing some songs basically. Those guys are amazing musicians. We had some business stuff to hash out, and we did. Then I went to the Ottobar to hang out with Kara, Carla and Kara's uncle Barry. Angie drunkenly called people on Barry's work cell phone, and he got pretty pissed off. He also had a guy with him that reminded me of Spike Jonze's character from Three Kings.

Got a lot of stuff to do this weekend... Don't feel like doing any of it! Yes!

I'm hungry and I wish I had my gosh-darn check card.

Does anybody know where Lakeland, Colorado is? I can find references to people being from there but can't find it on any map.

I might move there, but I need to know where to send the moving truck.

I propose a Killoggs rumble. We could all meet up in a field or on a playground with bats and sticks and stuff. In the rain. It could totally be like 'The Outsiders' but without all the hair grease and waxing and waning young hollywood actors. Tell ya what, I'll take a months worth of 'tanning pills' and go to Harvard Law School if I get thrashed. It would be great. It would be like "Real Genius" meets the acne dude in "Grease" meets "Lord of the Rings" meets "Showgirls." Who is with me? Come on. It would be like "Gangs of New York" meets "Muppets take Manhatten." Awesome. I'll be Kermit. Seriously.

I saw that the questionmark heads are back. They can come to the rumble too. So can the ever-multiplying Agent Smith-esque Brandons. Zack can provide the soundtrack. Reggie can write the review. Milky can get drunk. Sisk can spin-attack using a keyboard. Ben can charcoal pencil people to death. Kiche can rage against the machine. Aben can drink miller high life. Ed can strangle with his newly unconstricted small intestine. Woody can complain. Craig will bring medusa. What a great time. It could be non-heads vs. heads. If a head is defeated, then the non-head assumes his or her identity. I'll bring the corndogs. Really. It will be old school nintendo plus sega master system all wrapped into one. No joke. 8-bit madness. Name a time and place.

You can't imitate me on this fuckin tape
You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are


[You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape] (x10)

I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas
If y'all don't fuckin
If y'all coloured bitch ass faggot punk ass motherfuckers
Don't see that these white people are trying to take over your shit
Don't worry, yo'll be happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here
Your baby's happy I'm here
To beat the shit out of all you faggot punk ass motherfuckers
Bitch ass niggas!


I shut whole fuckin' world down

You white motherfuckers could never, ever take over
You can't ever take over!(x2)

You shut the fuck up and you shut the fuck up
That's what the fuck you do!
(Could I get a beer, yo I need some beer)



You ain't using your phone, you ain't callin the cops
Cause nigga, I'm the only king of the block

I'm the only black god, motherfucker!

And I came to rock the spot
When I throw at football pass at a bitch she miss
Ain't trying to be funny gonna use my fist
You can't use the family feud
You can't run it on a cuckoooo!!!!

You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe
Not locked up, cause I'll have your fuckin ass locked up!
I'll stash you, lickin you down, light that blunt!
You ain't gettin one,two I do what I want!
If I got a problem, a problems got a problem til it's gone
I'm the only Unique Ason
You reap what you sew
Fuckin with the O
I got the precinct locked down

You ain't using the po-po
Fuck you Soso
I got the keys to your hoe
I'll stop your whole flow, all you bitches roll
Would be from the ghetto
You want me to control
This fuckin' show
Give Ol' Dirty what he want and mo!
Time stops you'll go
Mafia slow!
Time'll stop you'll go
Mafia! Pay me all my motherfucking money
Or I'ma slow down your dough!

Chorus

Jesus I'm rollin with you(x4)


You'll all be in danger
You'll have a sex changer
I'm gettin more anger call me Dr. Stranger
I master the demon demonic toys
Sting you with the venom kill your joy!
Bitches throw hands in the air like to be sodomized\\
That's what I'm here for!
That's what I'm all about!
I get girls and I'll they want to give is a good fuck from me
Oh BABY!!

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
I control Michael Jackson's Thriller
Catch him and ruuhhahaha
Fuck with the guys that'll make you shrug
I'm the only original
Fuck you chump!
Shut the fuck up!


Yo did you understand that?

Chorus

"Rollin' With You" - Old Dirty Bastard


Oh man, thank you old dirty. Thank you so much.