NUFF SAID
—Ryan Mega
NUFF SAID
—Ryan Mega
NUFF SAID
—Ryan Mega
Nothing like head in the morning,
This was meant to be a Greatest Hits compilation from the past year of Street Carnage Radio but it accidentally morphed into one of the most exciting party mixes of all time. It’s so high energy, in fact, it should not be placed within 100 feet of a gay person. They already party way too hard and if you give them something this fun they are likely to go screaming out the window — on fire. Please, unless you’re a homophobe and you want to see them explode, don’t let them hear this. It’s for sad, boring people looking for a reason to get out of bed. It’s not for people who are already having too much fun.
Listen to it HERE.
“Chi-Town throw it up, Bin Laden blow it up…”
Another (2)dope cut off The LongTerm2, coming soon.
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Another (2)dope cut off The LongTerm2, coming soon.
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Another (2)dope cut off The LongTerm2, coming soon.
DOWNLOAD: Ab-Soul – Fame | Mediafire
PREVIOUS: Ab-Soul – Black & Mild | MayDay | World Wide Web
Except 1.
The acrid odor from the bathroom hit me before I entered. The pungency was lickable. I swallowed all my saliva and breathed through my nose to rid my mouth of the taste of shit that flavored my tongue. The stalls overflowed with shit, piss and toilet paper. The site of the toilet bowl made me convulse and swallow my own vomit. The taste helped dilute the shitty taste still in my mouth. I hovered above the toilet on my tip toes as I tried to shit standing up, so the toilet water, already filled to the brim, wouldn’t splash me in the ass. The best ballerinas would have envied my pirouette as I leaned on one foot to take the sock off my other, after it became a casualty to the shit caked to the floor below me. Besides the soles of my shoes and the heel of that sock, everything else made it out of the stall dry. I stood shirtless in the mirror as I lathered my arms with soap. Then I undid my pants and ran the soap on my penis and in between my butt cheeks, using my other hand to rinse with water. My underwear caught ever drop of dirty water and soap but I didn’t care. The sink was just as nasty. Used toilet paper, snot and mucus lined the basin. I tried not to look down. I tried not to look at anything. I just wanted to get out of there. In the silence I could hear panting and light heaving. It didn’t sound like someone was taking a shit. It sounded like someone was having sex. I turned around and saw that I wasn’t alone. I hadn’t noticed that someone was in the stall behind me. The panting stopped. I looked up the stall and saw an eyeball peeping through a golf ball size hole in the top of the door. I heard the sound of a belt buckle flapping. They were groping themself.
I blew up and kicked the door. It flung open and I saw the old man, Rudy, fondeling his dick. I was frozen stiff. My mind was stuck. I’d never felt that vulnerable. I screamed at him, hoping to scare him or at least intimidate him enough to stop any advance to grab me. I pulled up my pants with the quickness and left the restroom quietly. I should’ve probably told somebody, but there wasn’t anybody to turn to except the lady at the front desk, who looked even more pissed today. How would I explain to her that my dad liked to jerk off to his own son? I walked past her and outside, back onto the streets of Tulsa.
It was almost three days since I’d left home. If I didn’t get enough money to go back by sundown, I would call my uncle. There was no way I was going back to there without a knife.
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The Autobiography of Ryan Mega / In Store June 23rd
Off the Seattle trio’s upcoming Sex Tape, dropping June 1st.
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