Uncle Samsonite

lay down the beat

“The what?”

the beat the rhythm the groove the vibe the juice the energy the charm the sexiness the life the passion the power the love the lust the fury the hate the pain the misery the sorrow the suffering the war the rage the agony the heartbreak the loneliness the despair the hunger the thirst the confusion the doubt the terror the fear the depression the loneliness the emptiness the darkness the despair the hatred the despair the pain the agony the misery the sorrow the grief the sorrow the anguish the desperation the anger the rage the fury the despair the hopelessness the misery the pain the anguish the agony the sorrow the heartbreak the loneliness the despair the emptiness the darkness the despair the hate the terror the fear the depression the loneliness the emptiness the darkness the despair the hatred the despair the pain the agony the misery the sorrow the heartbreak the loneliness the despair the emptiness the darkness the despair the hate the terror the fear the depression the loneliness the emptiness the darkness the despair the hatred the despair the pain the agony the misery the sorrow the heartbreak the loneliness the despair the emptiness the darkness the despair the hate the terror the fear the depression the loneliness the emptiness the darkness the despair the hatred the despair the pain the agony the misery the sorrow the heartbreak the loneliness the despair the emptiness the darkness the despair the hate the terror the fear the depression the loneliness the

lay down the beat

*lies down*

*Uncle Samsonite pulls the covers over you*

lay down the beat

the what?

you heard me, get on the floor and start banging out some beats

lay down the beat

*wakes up*hey aren’t you from color box mustard the Incredibox mod

yeah why