Description : Here's to wishing I could play the piano. This song never had potential to go anywhere but the bargain bin at your local Dollar Tree, but I thought I'd upload it anyways. If I tricked you into thinking I can actually play the piano, just know that this took more takes than it took Israelites to build the Great Pyramid and I edited it a lot on top of that. I apologize in advance for how damn boring it is compared to my normal stuff.
Description : (Unfinished), to complete the title that was so rudely interrupted. Jeff Hornacek is one saucy player in NBA Hangtime. We all know the Stockton-Malone combo is the bread winner, but if you're getting a little crazy, throw down Horny. You can't go wrong. This is the theme song for his cooking show that I just invented: Cooking Horny. I can't finish a song.
Description : I can't finish a song, but this one is going to be about Peggle. The crew is assembled, the lyrics are genius, I just can't put the rest of this together. Also, I hear the last person you want to piss off is Beethoven (Renaissance mafia connections), so props to you Mr. Beethoven, for making a really good song that fits into a really good Popcap game that makes for a really good remix.
Description : Have you ever played find the cocaine in the snow bank? It's really hard. I don't think it was designed for people to win, but just to get really cold and fleetingly chemically imbalanced. It's weird, this song is unfinished, too. I think God is trying to tell me something about my limp dick...By the way, should I finish this?
Description : A cute pun on a really deadly thing. The genre is more ghetto-Nintendo-core, but strangely enough, that wasn't in the drop-down menu. Menu is a weird word. Is it French? Are menus actually real things, or are they just glorified French lists with associated prices? When will menus supplant other forms of communication, like road signs and speed limits? I ask you, what in life would be worse with a drop-down menu. Oh, by the way, this song isn't finished. Should I go on with it?
Description : Here's my theory. After you reach the age of 75, you should be required by law to write a letter to the government every year explaining why you are still a productive member of society and deserve to live. If your case isn't good enough (like say you aren't hard at work developing a Mr. T sock monkey), then the roving death squads will get you. And it'll all look like an accident. This song is kind of about that. Roughly. This is unfinished. I don't know if I should continue it or not. Thoughts?
Description : This song is like the corn dog you bought at the state fair. Your first thought might be, "Moses, there are so many other things I could eat that are deep fried. Like pickels. Or unhusked coconuts." Then your second thought is, "dear God, I'm cognitively aware that I am eating a fat bomb equivalent to the payload of the nuke they dropped on Hiroshima." Kind of gross, right? Well this track sounds good and stuff, but it's mostly just Massive being a sex-knight of a program. What the hell was I talking about? Oh well, enjoy...By the way, there's no ending. Deal with it.
