MySpace Rap War!

3.28.2006

Yo, you aint got nuttin' on my ryhmes.
Hobbs Von Whackamole and myself are engaged in a MySpace Rap War! We are going to be posting dueling rap songs over myspace, and insulting each other, join in if you like. Today's battle features, EPMD for Malach (More info on EPMD) and MF DOOM for Hobbs (I not sure what the hell is up with their main site but you can check out their Myspace, and some of you might Know them as one half of Danger Doom). So vote! Who wins this round? Vote in our forum and find out.

You are listening too . .
Crackity Jones, the Pixies, nice and hyper.

You thought it was over . . .
But the Merovingian Kings are BACK!

It is a sad day . .
Casper the Friendly Ghost, was found dead today.

Ahhh, Michael Baigent . .
Always stoking the fires . . . you got my $5.95.

Love CHILD!
A few questions. Why does the woman have to pay Randy Johnson? $97,000, that like me demanding $900. And who the hell has sex with that freak?

One last time Alanis Morrisette.
This is slighty Ironic, nothing in you song by the same name is.

Hey, this gives me an idea.
I bet there is a market for cards like these.

Malach's Quote of the Day and the Mood of Red Sox Nation all combined into one.
I have described before how psychotic Red Sox Nation is. It is a religion, a reason for living, a thing of intense pain and supreme joy. Well it starts young.

Malach's 4 year old son: Mommy, John Olerud doesn't play anymore cause he is too old and tired.
Malach's 2 year old daughter: And Kevin Millar is a Oreo.

I am Malach and I am off to see this week's Soprano's episode and screw you I LIKE the artsy direction it has taken.