Turns out I'm rapping. Cool

Sigh.

I don't really feel like writing this blog, however I feel obliged. Ever since my friends and I've reved up some noise about blogging, I simply can't leave them abandoned [coke]. What the heck...

I'm listening to some German radio station online.

(here i go)

Gasp! It's Rap. Perhaps it's even crap!

Can't Understand. It's an unknown band.

My dad gave me the link. I'm like, what the hell? You stink.

Why am I here, in my brother's room?

There are posters of Vishnu, and some Gods that are Hindu.

The rappers can't count. They're like 'eins, zwei, drei, I'm out!'

Nicole's reading this... And she cant get the beat.

Then our oboe player, Sarah, is like OMG, sweet.

Krystal's thinking 'why the . am i here'

Back to you Nicole, who starts up a cheer.

Eins dwei drei, one two three.

Get uo on your feet, and "SHE"

(ep)

wow. lame phillip. lame. to the readers: no. to self: go sleep.

ciao

p.s. i'm goating, Nicole can get the beat.