You know, you'd never fuckin' believe it, but all you sucka bitches that complain about the existence of Mike Macharyas in the music industry, can straight up eat a FAT DICK like Snoop Dogg says, because this man is generating dollars, bitches.
With that said, let me tell you a little bit about the man. Fuck it, there ain't nothing to say, he just IS. He be. He am. He are. He's Mike Macharyas, the man of VERY few words. He's a Steelers fan, he likes to drink alot and pass out in a drunken stupor. And he loves the bitches. Nuff said.
I'll be honest with you. This album is no different from the others, just different names, really. I mean, I GUESS you could say it shows a bit of growth, but I'd be lying to you. It's the same old shit. It's kinda like an AC/DC album-you know exactly what it's gonna sound like. Shit, John Cougar Mellencamp and Tom Petty really only have like three different songs and they're heralded as musical geniuses.
Anyways, go ahead and buy the album. You'll love it, and you know why? because it's fun. And it's funny. It brings smiles to people's faces, including mine.
Damn, I'm really running out of things to say in these album descriptions. Anyone read any good books lately? How about that Rapture bar in Queens? 20 dollar pitchers of Red Sangria there, man. It's good shit.