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| party, boobies, tony danza, larry david, camelot, gabe jeffrey, berber, chuck low, industrial, squishy, robert smith, lebanon, iraqi, lyrics, lamont, | Sam's ass askin'/to join the Army or what you'll do for the Navy/You, just a baby, getting' recruited at eighteen/You're on a plane now eatin' their food and their baked beans/I'm twenty-eight, they gon take you before they take me/Crazy wordssong lyrics 2pac i'm losin it r u still down? (remember me) insane or insane crazy?/When I wordssong lyrics 2pac i'm losin it r u still down? (remember me) say wordssong lyrics 2pac i'm losin it r u still down? (remember me) Hussein, you say Shady/My views ain't changed, I'm still inhumane/wait, arraigned two days late, the date's today, hang me! This is called a counter-discourse. And I think what bothers the upper-crust critics most is Eminem's talent and guts to offer one, and their fear that his class-struggle discourse will take hold among the youth, and that, more than the sex or sexist or justplainist-and-ism stuff, drives most of the complaints from the privileged classes. |
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| Here is what we get from this fakir commenting on the September 22nd Bush party speech to the nation: "I loved the fact that Giuliani and Pataki got the biggest round of applause." Ahem. Can I have a party witness, please? Because all politics are local: Giuliani destroyed my city. Giuliani should be electrocuted in effigy on MTV with Cheney, not praised. In another of Moby's diary screeds, he waxed poetically about the former World Trade towers, "aesthetically, I really loved them." Yeah, of course: bald, ugly, square… and over, just like him. Meanwhile, Marshall party Mathers is talking to the kids who will have to fight in the idiotic wars that Bush has called on their shoulders. In "Square Dance," also on the new album, he proclaims he is "no friend of Bush" and raps: Oh yeah, don't think I won't go there/go to Beirut and do a show there/yah, you laugh until your muthafuckin' ass gets drafted/while you're there in Baghdad thinkin' the crap can't happen/till you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin/open the plastic and then you stand back gaspin'/ fuckin' assassins hijackin'/Amtracks crashin'/all this terror, America demands action/next thing you know you've got Uncle |
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