So my boy Optimus Rhymes spit some dope ass rhymes over the Just Blaze Street Fighter track. In my opinion this is his best track yet. So put this everywhere you can think of and spread the magic!

This song so much fun. Heard it this morning while everyone else was getting ready for church and I was mopping around like a bummy heathen in my room. Had to put up Jada Fire in the pic because I mean come on a song about titties and she shows hers for a living. Anyone enjoy this Wolfpac track you know the dudes that made the '07 banger "Vans" then split ways only to re-unite all as more established artists. Please enjoy.

I honestly love this song, the idea behind it, the music in it, basically everything about it. If you haven't been put on game, then I'm doing for you right now.

Tammy Torres played Mrs. Officer in the Weezy video, and her acting was magnificent. Any to the topic:

So This morning I woke-up in a pool of sweating panting after having the worst nightmare ever. I have no idea what prompted this dream, but it was a doozie. Anyway I'll record as much I can recall. So entering dream recollection state in 5...4...3...2... So I'm sexting this girl, who I thought I met at the club. Nothing heavy really, I just kept hitting her with some light witty banter. Anyway she invites me over to house, and for some reason I walk up to the front door (which when I later analyzed the dream was on the 2nd floor) so I'm greeted by some short chick who takes me to her room, but we go through this gym that has mirrors for walls. So we get to her room I lay back she proceeds for oral, and I was thinking this chick knows what she's doing, then she gets up because she thinks hears someone at the front door (2nd floor again). She comes back but I followed only to learn that her parents were home. As we walk back to her room I close the door and get suspicious so I ask how old she is to which she replied in a high pitched child voice 13! Well now I'm in a world of fear and I'm talking R. Kelly plus Akon in that club fear. As I stand in a state shock and panic I hear her mom call her name (Sasha I think) so I turn around and put on those Tyson Gay in Switzerland jets but as most scared people do in pressure situations i can't find the door. I sprint down the hall and find a staircase because her mom's coming and then there's a doorway off the staircase to which who steps out none other than my arch-nemesis Danny Glover. I had paused long enough to listen to him as he closed the door because I didn't want to be seen, I mean come on there's no way to talk out of this situation. So he goes in the door I run down the stairs and he comes only to here me running away as he yells stop running not in his new pilfered from Bill Duke whispery style voice but in that old Lethal Weapon voice "Stop running in my G-- DAMN HOUSE!" So I'm sweating bullets running down these stairs finally they end and I jump off towards the real front door (bottom floor). As I leap off I happen to bump the Waka Flocka look-a-like that Kat Stacks posted on twitter and knock him over, and I'm sure he could describe me to the police if necessary so I bust through the door and run across the street to Manly Dorm (which is on North Campus beside Mangum in Chapel Hill). I run into the bathroom to catch my breath and contemplate only to look and see a white girl screaming at me in a pink towel. I didn't need to read any signs to realize I was in an all girls dorm, so I run out of the bathroom and into the street only to wake-up in my bed at 9:16 (reality now dream ended in street). AJ had texted me for some reason so I stared at my phone and watched like 2 horror movies on Netflix to try and get that dream out of my head. Because of a dream fitting for an episode of Dateline NBC with Chris Hanson, the former #1 Nightmare spot held by my kindergarten classmate chasing me around Mars in a robot when I was 7, has been overtaken.
This is the story of my dreams.

Yea, Jessica Nigri (I made the -_- face as well) dressed like Pikachu is the most relevant picture I could find, but #LEGO!

So I was lurking on FB today and I saw some girl send something to her brother, and it was quite interesting. It was a link to the site goodreads.com and it was a post by a user Brandon Daley. Interesting enough it's a rap/poem using the 151 original pokemon as sexual innuendos. He didn't actually step in and post this but I made it copy-pasta. But yeah shoutouts again to Brandon, and here's his post so enjoy:

The Birds and the Beedrills
So I got this girl in the sex nid-arena
Getting ready to put my Poke-flue in between her.
First I take it slow bro, you know, play it Tentacool
When I Poliwag my Weedle oh how it makes her drool
I’m hard as a rock, and this girl seems hooked on onix
Cause she puts her Meowth on my Pidgey and takes it like a bong hit
Then she’s starting to Machoke, which isn’t very cool
I don’t want to risk the Chance, see, of being Tentacruel
With the greatest swiftness, I slide off her Kabutop
And make her great paras come unleashed and drop
She’s seaking to be drilled, while I’m hoping she’s infertile
Playing with those jigglypuffs, trying veno-not to Squirtle
I Exegcute that foreplay, and now I’m ready to Cubone
Trying to finish quickly before her Mr. Mime gets home
But she stops before I can start the Manky Panky
And Says “Since I had to Staryu, you have to Starmie”
So since she did me, I guess I have to Ditto
I get down on my knees and pone-eat a Pidgetto
Give her a Slowpoke before I dive into that girl
And attack her cloyster with a full polywhirl
I Lickitung her Lapras, tasting on that Magicarp-et
Hoping she’s not Krabby, that’d be gastly and would make my heart sick
Yes that Persian rug was clef-hairy, but I didn’t really mind
Since I could ring the Victory bell, I was getting some behind
Down there for so long, I came up Koffing and Wheezing
I got her seel of approval though, cause she’s Growlith-ing and breathing
Wanting to gravel her, feeling so sand-shrewd
Give her an electabuzz with my spear-oh too
I’d tell you her name, but don’t think she’s a whore, see?
Not to many get her rapidash, tonight she’s just rhyhorn-y,
So I start Rhydon like the Machamp, feel like I could roar
Going so hard that I probably made her ivy sore
She wanted my Arbok so I gave her gear a dose
Going so hard that her Mew almost tauros
Inside that butterfree, feeling like a charmelon bucks
Constantly Jolteon her from the power of my Psyduck
Now I must have gone and jinxed it, somewhere in the equation
Cause she started getting drowzee during the copulation
I didn’t even notice, I kept going at her Golbat
But then something seemed Oddish when I she started to snorelax
I tried to wake her up, zu-but she was pory-gone
And she’d have to be awake before I’d get my flare on.
Of course I felt gloom, I thought I had been charming’ her
And now I can’t Grime her voltorb or I’ll be harming her
My Dewgong can’t Muk, and if he does it’d be rude
But this is still better then the time I brought home a Geodude
With my pants down and my bell sprouted, I feel I got to doduo
So I Maro-walked into the bathroom, and when I leave, what do I view?
That my girl’s awake again-gar, which seems kind of farfetched
And provoked some Poliwrath at the thought that she fake-slept
I asked her what was wrong, does she not like it when I pinsir?
And she responded with, “Calm down a second, Spencer.
If you think your sex is good, your wrong, if you think your hip, no,
The only thing you’re good at is Nintendo.”
I love this girl a magneton, and hearing that was wiggly tough.
The eevee-ning had started well, but now was turning rough
Told her “Wait a parasect, please stay the omanyte,
You’re my goldeen girl, and if you leave I magne-might
E-raticate my life, cause you are my pharaoh!
It’s to early in the night to give me the kabuto!”
And she says, “Way back when, when I first took a peek at you.
I thought you were kind of cute and that you’d want my mew too.
I felt electrodes in the air when I saw you and you saw me
But that was before I knew your Diglett was so Dragtini!”
I didn’t know the size of my Dodrio mattered, and my god,
Here I thought we were like two Caterpies in a Metapod
I hope the memories of me haunt her, I hope she never leaves her shellder
“I hope you see dra light soon,” I go and I tell her.
“I know you think your hot shit, but I’m actually exegg-cuter.
I’m the omastar, the Kingler, I can find another suitor.
I’m sorry about the time I gave you Wartortles and blisters
Or when I suggested a dugtrio with your sister.
But if you still want go, I won’t beg like our canine.
Golduck with your life, I’m having a Blastoise with mine.”
And that night, Misty left me, I felt so vileplume
I reckons that dragon night was the beginning of the doom
But I guess men are from Magmars women from Venusaur
And every thing tangelable, there’s a reason for
I learned this the next week, when bad news filled the dragonair
My heart got machopped in half like a scyther giving it a tear
A phone call from her mother told me a kakuna in her head
Had attached to her vulpix, and now Misty was dead.
I thought it was a cle-fable that those things were hitmon-lethal
I had heard eight or ninetales about gol-them from different people
But I still couldn’t believe it, I started weepin, belting out tears
Cuts and slashes vaporeonizing all of our years
It was like Riach-uno, Zap-dos, Mol-tres, and she’s gone
And I can’t abra kadabra with some magic wand
No alacazam and she reappears, I feel like a primeape
They could have caught the growth but the Kangascans came back to late
I pidgey-ought to have known better, but the news was quite charz-hard
My heart felt bulba-sore, was permanently scarred
She was my Nidoqueen, I should not have nido-ran
I wanted to be her Nidoking, but I felt more like a hitman-chan
If I hadn’t nidoran, would she still be with us?
Or is my poke-love just to damn venomoth?
Insides numb like the artic, you know that feeling
A gun ratatta-ed my heart and I’m just waiting for the healing
But I don’t regret getting hit with cupid’s arrow-dact-all
Relationships are like pokemon, you gotta catch em’ all.

Nidarino.