I almost had to knock out two dudes that fit that description in a KFC parking lot out in Oregon City once. I was visiting my sister, waiting for my ride by the Oregon City Transit Center, and they were aggressively hassling the people waiting for their buses. One of the dudes was making a gun with his fingers and pointing it at me and telling me "Ima blass you!" All the while I'm trying to give off a tough guy outer appearance, so they'll back down like the bitches they were and go the fuck away, and I'm about to bust up laughing.
Microphones are expensive...when you've done this for awhile you learn to use the headset and then throw yourself on the ground when you're done
I politely hand it to the foiled competition, with a satisfied smug look. Of course I could never battle rap, though im an ok poet. Im irish. I could, however, demolish most in a drinking contest.
My balls dropped longer than I could remember. Now if only they wouldn't keep dropping and hang below my kneecaps
Hehe. That was the first, and probably, only time I have tried to write a bar of rap. I was proud of myself. Deal with it. I was trying to channel Sean Price's flow since he just recently died. Obviously I am not as good. Fun thread though!
I'd add a boom stand that has worn out when the mic boom slides down as you're singing...you musicians know what I'm talkin' about
Or the one that's hooked up to some ungrounded power source and shocks your mouth, but you just have to keep going.
