but he should. such a fucking classic. too bad that's all she wrote for flatlinerz, because that shit was fucking ill as fuck.
i remember like 1995 halloween, smoking some ill, had my porch all decked out with dead leaves and fake blood and shit, had a boombox sitting in the window playing this joint for all the little trick-or-treaters bahahaha
i bugged the fuck out to this track on some acid. me and my boys were tripping during an icestorm inside this crazy tinted out rapevan, had this shit bumping. the windows were all iced over, everything was already distorted and shit, you could barely even open the doors.
we were smoking weed resin out of a steamroller, it smelled like a fuckin burning tire in there, we were gone out of our tittyfuckin minds. the damn van didn't even have wheels on it, it just sat there parked for years, packed with like 10 teenagers all fuckin whacked out.
my boys kept turning into skeletons and i kept having to go outside the van because the streetlight was a portal to saturn and if i didn't hold on to it then i would be transported there and had to fight crazyass tremor worms on some beetlejuice type steez
eventually i had to go home, it was a sunday night, had school the next day. pretty awesome trying to explain to my peeps at like 2 AM where i was and what the fuck was wrong with me lol. good times. i slept on that shit too, craziest dreams ever, i still have flashbacks from that trip over 15years later
MY MIND IS OUT THERE DEEP IN SPACE FOR REAL
PERFECTLY LACED WITH STEEL
AND PROGRAMMED TO KILLLLLL