Up in Appalachia they say, Don't drink the water here. The rashes on my body aren't enough to stop my shower beer. I've been drunk for days, so ****** thirsty from the green I smoke. If this all makes you nervous, have a sip and take a ****. They say, they're sending help to all us deep up in the mountains. They can keep their water if they bring me 40 ounces, 'cuz everyday's a party gettin high on toxic fumes! Hey Freedom Industries, just keep doin what you're doin.
This was written after a bunch of my pals around town started a rap group called The Masqueraders and let me be part of it. Everyone brought a mask, or otherwise significant symbol, and everyone wrote in their respective personas. Mine was Knome: little lady-killer, perfectly designed to steal ya girl. Masqueraders was some of the most fun I've ever had. I learned so much about writing and drinking beers that don't taste good.Β Β This was archived, after so, too, were The Masqueraders. Our area's water supply was affected by a pretty major chemical spill. The emergency response was underwhelming. The company responsible was negligent. Masqueraders masked up for the occasion.