New Hip's Hop: What "words" is

The doughnut. A feat of modern engineering in it's own right, sure, but what's more is the figure of it's being! How can one find a more perfectly designed object to be placed over a spoke or ladder leg perhaps! Why is the question I'm sure you're all asking; why should that be the qualification for the most perfectly figured of all foods? Why not perhaps the food most similar to a perfect cone? Or some other quality, whiche'r you like! Don't be picky, Picky! Well why the heavens not I say! Understand it. Be it. Now, move on!

The dearest issue to our heart here at Primo Kebab: Insanity's Only Cure is none other than the indoctrination of thought! Thought with all it's meanings and concepts! Thought, the only reason for thinking! Thought the thing you're thinking about right now! Thought thought thought thought tought tought thought thought thought! What does it even mean anymore?! But the sickest shit of the whole shitshow that thought makes is that you have to think about how fucked up thought is! You've got a sick, sick brain. It disgusts me. And now on to our next picture, SuperHappyFunSaladTableParty...Lamp.

It's so well lit, you might just start having fun while you eat a table made of salad in a super happy party. It's got the most useless information that's ever emerged from a donkey's anus in over a fortnight! Literally, over a fortnight. You hearin' me, boss? Boss o' the Trees? For one we fall, for trees we ball? Yak yak yikkidy yook ya get it, I'll move back to the motion picture. It starts: uhhh oh yeah it's starting, okay shit I gotta think, whaaaayo myo. There's a happy family of doughnuts living next door. You are squirrels. You, and your dumb as dick apartment-mate, that is. Fucking squirrels except they (you, that be: what it always be and foreva will won't) are just people on mushrooms that believe themselves to be squirrels. But it's, like, cool, because the doughnuts are real keen folk. They'll feed you anything, right? So you're always well-fed. But then you realize that it's all been an elaborate ruse to get into your heads and steal your lamp, so you get back at 'em by throwing a really fun party made of salad tables. The do'nuts become SUPER happy and then you eat their jelly and chives and 1 beer because that's really all those lousy snookems had in their fridge.

Whaddid ya think? It's a completely finished product, script, scenery, cast, donkey and all. Might be a few tweaks with who's the donkey's chef, but for the moist part (that is, the part with moistness), shit goin' right!!! Where YOU going?! 'Splain yourself, you dirty bassist. That's the bassist for everything. IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THE Bassist. funkify your basics. I'm a tree.