(This is the first post from my old blog. I found it funny)
Today during my hour long ride home I queued up MF Doom's Special Herbs, a collection of beats.
And to pass time, I just started freestyling about anything and everything.
And one rhyme I made up was freakin' awesome. I don't remember how it went, but I remember the content. It was a rap about how I chopped down a birch tree and made a set of false teeth, whcih were then possessed by George Washington. I mentioned something about how he talked with a British accent. And then he said something about not being able to tell a lie, and I reminded him that Lincoln said that. At that point he got an axe and tried to chop me like I was a cherry tree.
It was truly awesome. I wish I could have recorded it, as it's lost to the ether now.
Talking with my sister, she pointed out that it actually was Washington who couldn't tell I lie. I guess that's why he came after me with an axe. So let's always remember that Washington could not tell a lie. He was however, a murderer. So if you ever happen to meet Mr. Washington, do not piss him off, especially if he has a sharp implement around.
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