The Rooftop Exit Guard

From Demonic Recession comes Economic Possesion
Pro Choice no Progression Having Less is the Lesson 
i'm a teacher no freshman put you to the test then
go stay at the west into go get some rest in
I'm best in Dark Roles evil eyes and a nose
from open to close oh the life that I chose
put people in rows have em coming to my shows
so cold the mic froze frost bite on my toes
ball just like d rose adidas on my clothes
watch your tongue and your sole try on my shoes 
so you know just how my life goes
and then i saw benny running with the bulls
friends and them foes, enemies and them bro's 
empties and them full's, meet the miller's and the coor's
the path and the course, regret and remorse
the windows and the doors, yo Franky sing the chorus

I'm on the rooftop exit gaurd
Diner on the boulevard (Diner on Boulevard)
Young BallHard
Cuz I'm always Ballin Hard (Always Ballin Hard)

Franky Diesel aka Mr. Chorizo

Who really knows where the red fern grows?
I won then I wondered for once I suppose

I went ear to ear smelling like a rose

lost by the eyes and won by a nose

I make fear afraid I scare the scarecrow's 
Fuck he who walks behind the rows
I suppose I could pose but don't tag me in that photo
I got that chicken and risotto but you already know though
Got my slinky and my yo yo and my twinky for the ho hos
I block shots like Hope Solo got my khakis and a polo
they call me senor solo on that Gracia's por todo 
hot chicks be like oh no, roll with samwise and that frodo
similar to Mr. Crackle everyday I'm Crackling 

Feels so good to be back again and cracking

And don't cut me slack cuz I'm never slacking

I'm Weed Whacking and Stacking also Bossin and Flossin

The U.S. is Awesome, Fuck those brothers from Boston

Quest Love

In the Night, Till the Dawn 
What the Fuck is Going On
Like a Swan you Can Change
Sometime Life ain't all That Strange
Through the Range, in the Grove
Down the Coast, along the Cove
I row and Rove all across the Globe
Rearrange your Mold In the Cut or the fold
In the gutter and hold you gotta grow like the Mold Be Bold
Fortuitous Bitches Think It's Fun to have Riches
Succumb to Sex and you Bet You'll have Dishes
Successfulness only comes with stress
To be the best you gotta beat the rest 
Don't just beat your chest go achieve your quest

Seasonal Depression

Hello Everyone. It's that time of year again. It's getting colder, the leaves are falling off the trees. The days have gotten shorter and the nights have gotten longer and lonelier than ever. Sometime on those late nights I sit alone and feel the blues. Maybe you yourself have experienced symptoms of Seasonal Depression. I recommend the following. 

1. Get Up Early, sleeping in all day is depressing enough as it is.

2. Eat Dark Chocolate, It fights unseasonal depression so it must work

3. Work out, get that blood flowing, bonus for working out in the elements. Far more bad ass

4. Practice Smiling, I notice that when I smile consciously I actually become happier. Just Fake It. 

5. Bossing and Flossing, Take command of situations and Floss often for that little extra effort. Boom. 

6. Watch a Game and Drink Some Beer With your Friends. Enough Said. 

7. Find away to grill outside. Something about Fire, Meat, Cold, equals Awesome. Primal Urges. 

8. Plowing and Chowing. No you sick fucks. It's about plowing driveways and chowing on biscuits and gravy. I don't know what you were thinking?

9. Watch the Departed once a month for all of November. Trust me it's Feckin Hilarious after awhile. 

10. Go around to bar's and try to act like staff Sargent Dignam It's really funny.

11. Take a tour of a brewery. I remember my first beer. 

In the Biz

In the biz, the glam and the glitz

Crack like the Ritz my shit is the Twix

Sicker than sick quicker than quick 

Fucking your chick she's loving the dick 

she's a good girl I'm Robbin it Thicke

kick a the drum a run of the mill 

She's tasting the pillow I'm taking a pill 

stay in and chill and lay really still 

Jonah  and the whale Jonah the Hill

bill in the mail from a male named bill 

he's going to jail where he will be killed

all because he had stolen a grill 

an empty stomach he wanted to fill

laying it down and signing his will 

this goes out to mail man bill

I run in the house to clean some things 

just like a puppet with fancy stings 

I run and I laugh and I dance and sing

saving my money for everything

BLOGVEMBER 

Irritating Poem

Eternal Atomic Apocalypse 

Frank Deez on the mic theres no stoppin this

urban gotham metropolis

fuck zack galafuckanus

ive seen the rain down in africas 

yall don't know about my sacrifice 

like to act out but not an activist 

nuclear thermal attack we come back to this

i don't give a fuck if your cat can piss

as long as your buttons hit your fingertips

sierra mist on your tits lemon lime spritz on your clits

oh 

let me get the oven mitts

Blogvember Continues. 

Blogvember

A lot of people think that I forgot but I would never leave you guys. I mean come on. It's Blogvember, it's that special time of the year where your old pal Dale sits down at his desk in his crazy fun house room of pictures and decides to tell some stories. How about it? Okay well then let's get started. It was  a late night and I was deranged out of my gourd with a full head of booms, onsie sauce and a variety of spirits. I was approached by a group of floating lobsters each one bigger than the next. They began to click their tongs in unison and I started to worry. Quickly I found a large pot of boiling water and I dove inside hoping they would follow. Much to my dismay they did not fall for my trap and I was left horribly scalded and had to endure a short stay at Illinois Masonic Medical center. However Late one night at the hospital the lobsters returned for a western style showdown in the hallway. I was out manned and outgunned. Just then the elevator doors burst open and "The Gunwerk" boys emerged. 
Now the lobsters had finally met their match. Who are the gunwerk boys? Just some guys I work with who move a lot of shit and clean shit but they all love to work hard and drink beer and drink nutrie and refer to their arms as guns. Anyway the gunwerk boys and I kicked the living shit out of the lobsters and then quickly found a humongous pot of boiling water and tossed the overgrown lobsters inside. That night we ordered pizza and drank beer to commemorate our victory. although i was very badly burned i showed the lobsters a thing or two about gunwerk. Blog Responsibly