It's quite likely that you *have* heard Dee Dee rapping, and then completely purged the memory from your mind.
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
That's right, buoy. You bettah run!
::puts on The Prairie Ramblers and queues up Stellio's Orchestre Martinique::
Sad news.
Holy shit, that's awful. I saw House of Freaks play live too. Who'd do that to a family?
Holy shit, that's awful.
Jesus. That made me sick to my stomach. I've seen House of Freaks as well. That's so sad.
Yeah, that's absolutely tragic.
All I can say about Dee Dee's rap career is that he's a better rapper than I. Which is like saying a quadruple amputee is a better swimmer than an anvil.
Holy shit, that's awful.
Wow, that's just....no words. Does not compute.
I'm pretty sure I've been to the World of Mirth store the mother worked at. My friend Kelly lives in Carytown. I just cried a little.
Sad news.
Oh my god, that's horrible.