An even bigger liability, though, is vocalist Chris “Fronz” Fronzak, who seemingly can’t help but leave a trail of douche slime everywhere he goes. He consistently makes the worst choices imaginable — it’s 2013, and yet this dude has the balls to rap. Which is actually only slightly less preferable than his constant frog croak vocals. And his lyrics are sub-imbecilic — although they sometimes provide inadvertent comedy value, as when he rhymes “blunts” with “cunts,” usually they’re just trite. On “Party with the Devil,” he opines “I could never be a perfect fucking image of what you want” (boo-fucking-hoo), and “Rageaholics” actually begins with the line “We’re rebels without a cause.” Like… really, brah??? Whassa matter, you couldn’t find a single more obvious cliché to utilize?
aint no condoms in my wallet girl those are ramen noodle flavor packets
A mom and her two daughters were on shattuck today begging for money like wry one else. So I bought her daughters icecream :)