Ahhh sworry guys I didn't know it was soooo hard to get 500$ back in the gen x days. How did you afford the doc Martin and nirvana tapes? Did you have to cut back on Tool posters? It's amazing you aren't scarred for life.
Beezus Fookin Krizzle, let me tweet it 2 u...
>muh 1st job paid $4.25/hr
>muh first mortagte cost $888 a month
>a
nirvana tape cost $7.95
>blank tapes at radio shack cost 4 for $3.95
>so I wuz reading zines n making mixtapes
>hanging out on
Juanita beach with muh boombox
>It's the
1980s >Tell your girl to stop paging me
>My boombox, loud as a mother
>The EQ be changing colors
>Red, yellow, blue, green,
>Like a Christmas tree on LSD
>That's right you could still get real LSD back then
>Hit play, you can feel the bass
>Bigger than your grandma's ass,
>My boombox got ten inch tweeters
>pissing off all the Puerto Ricans
>That's right you could still be racist back then
>Big, black, heavy as fukk and it don't play music that suck
>No CDs, just cassettes.
>Hanging on your shoulders, it would sprain your neck.
>it's playin
JJ Fad supersonic, sticker on the back says
Stetsasonic >You can feel it bump around the block
>I can't live without my boombox.
>So hot, it'll make you call the cops.
>That's right I stole it, I was a piece of schit back then.
>Double D battery, superpower,
>And the beat goes on for hours.
>Never touch a white man's radio coward
>It's a boombox it ain't a cantaloupe,
>No fruity schit like Barry Manilow.
>Magnivox, Sanyo
>turn it up and drop your panties ho.
>I'll put the boom in your boombox
>I got my own fukking radio station,
>Coming to you live from yo momma's basement.
>Put it on ten, shake the pavement
>Can't even hear the neighbors complainin
>Touch the knob and you might get slapped,
>Ask
Schoolly D or
Kool G Rap >
Too $hort,
B.D.P. >Just suck my dikk to the beat.
>Gold chain swinging from the neck of a cracker
>My boombox is a ghetto blaster
>You piss your pants like a yellow bastard.
>Your girlfriend said turn it down
>So I slapped the bitch and turned it up louder
>That's right you could still slap a bitch back then
>fukk your surround sound
>You can hear my schit from the hills to downtown
>my schit's obnoxious
>I'm on the porch butt naked
Pop-lockin >it's all distorted cuz
>When I bust a
freestyle, I always record it
>And fukk you ravers,
>Put that house schit in, it'll chew your tape up
>I'm bumping
Slayer>maybe go
Def Leppard on all you fukking haters
>Strictly mixtapes!
>If you play my schitt, it'll make your tits shake
>bitch!