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« on: December 01, 2004, 09:10:00 AM »
Pedi Pablo n the Mash Mafioso Presents
Monyanya Mashin(j-sexulatin)
Friday saw me returnin to the roots again, never thought that itd be that soon though. I was expecting to actually chill in Marishane for a week or two n make beats til my grandmother decides to get ear muffs.
Pediland, land of Brenda Fa**ie music n Solly Moholo B-boy breakers.I swear if I see another sheriff badge n a german cut, ill hurl(f*** u vein!).
Arrived Friday night, tired as hell but u know en u got drunken bastard cuzins that don’t matter, we goin to the tavern(hooooweeeeee!)
Maledimo, some spot that was bangin old skool mdu n brown dash joints(haven’t felt so constipated in my life) laxin(relaxin) wit fam whilst sharing black label courts wit the local cow herders. Spacevein speaks truth, most pediland bitches in the rurals rock German cuts coupled with the s-curl(rhymes with hurl) n the waves(did I say hurl??)Wasn’t feelin the women (at all!!) but they was feelin the afronaut.
“otsile, ke go bone mo televisioning”
Im on sum
“ha, wa nya, a ke diri yotv nna”
Some big titted piece I could swear I met at rau was sellin me loose draws the whole night. I remember thinking………
Haaaaaa, pure pedi pomposity(dont ask)
So im maxin while these cats telling me bout how they butt f*** cows n take mountain steroids to wrestle they women(dolph lungrenettes) n strangle the steers. I got pissed off, actually, lemme say pissed out my beautiful torn twisted pedi mind.(Cheap liquor = Afronaut maxin like odb stepping from the after party to church[r.i.p])
So I went back to the mudshack, grandmas spot is hot(not in a good way). Imagine bedbugs, heat, constipation n long drops(I aint shittin for shit, word is chill).
Woke up the next day, lookin like I came out of world war three wit them nasty a** bedbug(I got the scars to prove it).
So I decided that this place is not even a ghetto, it’s a pigs suburb n headed to pburg the very next day so I can sleep without fear of the bedbug army(u cant see me f***erz).
Pietersburg was nice, still no sign of any emcee I can floss to on the one twos but met some beatmaker who had a whole lot of rare music i.e. THE JOE MCDUPHREY EXPERIENCE(MADLIBS DRUM BASED JAZZ ALBUM) n a whole lotta heavily sampled joints from Thelonius Monk to David Sanborn(peace to Chris)
But once again the women, still behind in evolution made fools of themselves for the famous sentence
“Hey girl, my name is Ootz, n im from Jozi”(I don’t even havta mack once I say that)
So the usual, lets get drunk scenario, old school boere 17 year olds and bumbling pedism.
Headed back to the m.shane.com.za.verwoerds big joke.net
Monyanya time
MONYANYA – Northern sotho for wedding festivity, dead animal with pulled gut, drunken pedi women, wedding music and African beer(yeeeeeeah baby)
First time, I tried African Bootleg wit ice cream, that shit tastes mad good n itll f*** u up.
IM drunk n tired now so ill jus say
Drunken Cow herder Kindergarten Brawls
“Boohoo, o n timaditse!
Drunken pedi women
(sies!)
Gospel
(f***in hell)
Meat
(yeah baby, mala le mogodu word)
And
Smelly relatives
(wack)
Pedi Pablo is mad drunk right now, just returned from time out(have I ever mentioned that Raiko sets are the sickness??) and too lazy to concoct metaphor n all that ada fancy crap. Im goin to sleep!!
Peace to Rambo Pops(HOLLA), Peace to the Rwanadan Butcher(are they makin a movie about you??), Peace to Mr Lebese, Peace to FT(holla), Peace to Phuti(make me famous), Peace to dom kryptontite(uber drunk chale), Peace to Mad n Syn(expect a fone call), n Sub Zero(Bush will die, word).
Gotta run
Bumbling Pedi For Life(im cursed)
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