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Spittin’ Bars

Y’all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these trivias with no cheese, no WTFs and no Bamboo Harvesteez
No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me cause we actually attempt to provide our players with categories
Got a shared Google doc and it’s all full of quezzies to add to the show
Full of plaques, hanging in my cloud storage like trophies
Did y’all think I’mma let my shows freeze, ho please
You better get down to Brewing comma Company, who you think taught you ‘bout deciduous trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Horse breeds, Ren Faires, and some shit about manatees
The Bomb-Ass Women of Histories
And the Trivia squad that said motherfuck the police
Gave you a full rack of wack categories
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your work week wasn’t doing too good
Who’s the trivia host they told you to go see
Y’all better listen up closely, all you muthafuckers that said that we turned pop
Or your double flopped, y’all are the reason that Nick ain’t been getting no sleep
So fuck y’all, all of y’all, if y’all don’t like me, blow me
Y’all are gonna keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me
Get ready for this week’s categories
Greek Gods, Nathan Fillion and Shark Week.

We’re kicking it off tonight at Company Brewing in Riverwest. 7pm.
See you there.

 

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