Andrew of Custos Honor slapped on his bling & his baggy pants and took a white-boy-rap stab at recording my song, “Marines Are For Killin’ Terrorists“.
Truth be told, this is about a 90% accurate version of how it sounded in my head while I was writing it.
Just needs 10% more disaffected urban youth-itude and a DJ doing scratch in the background.
(Warning – it’s not all nice & censored like the text version)
I almost wish I could blame it on extreme fatigue, but I can’t, so I won’t. Regardless, I’m proud of it.
Wow, that’s terrible.