Take A Pop At Me

Hey dudes... it's been a while since we rapped. Finding something that's worth the effort of Bad Bad Chatting ain't as easy at it looks. George W? Sitting duck. His spineless, gutless, utterly corrupt abortions of advisors? No fun at all. The endless flag-waving, twinkie-munching, Bible-frotters who still say he's doing a bang-up job? Been done. As for the other end... Sorry, man, but peacenic hippy apparachiks sharing a stage with women-hating religo-monkeys who wanna drag us all back the fourteenth century are just too big a target. So what's to be done? I reckon we need to blame everyone else. The normal people who take up the middle ground. I mean, we're the one's who let the mucho-stupido extremist fuckwitts get away with causing so much havoc. Why? Because we're too busy watching teevee, snicking at the dafties and trawling the web for post-ironic clips of retards dancing to retropop. It's all our fault. It's all my fault. Take a pop at me. I deserve it.