Monday Night’s Dinner

Two things happened at dinner Monday night at Blue Ribbon.

1) The theme of our dinner was “Exploit”… Not the pejorative definition, the other one. And it featured an inspiring table of people who run platforms that empower young people to do amazing shit: The National Endowment For The Arts, TED Conference For Youth,, Red Head Consulting, Pepsi Refresh Project, Best Film On Campus, Rate My Professors, FreedomZone, VIMBY and more.

2) Our waiter is a rapper named Zach G, and his website is: here.

Also, on our waiter’s website, I just finally found the lyrics to this Eminem song:

I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down
anyone that goes up must go down
might as well go for the gusto now
better not let up better not let them breathe
last shot give it all you got
(wanna turn me down) bitch cant fuck with a volume knob
fuck all you snobs
hoes i hope all you rot
2 bottles of lubriderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought
and you want a menage a trois you twats
fuck that I’d rather turn this club to a bar room brawl
get rowdy as (ralphy’s burger) in a bathroom stall
like a leaf stuck in a vacuum yall aint nothin but a lot of suckin goin on in rap
yeah but I’m home
dad took a bomb back on his own let him alone you dont wanna go eggin him on
it’ll never be my chair that you on
crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen other words theres no heir to the throne
when I die so does hip hop
hitchcock coulda shit bitch ass dot got a ziploc that’ll bag you fags aint been able to fade me since kid rock had a hight top
keep bloggin while I mind boggle and I zone like I’m in the twilight talkin
off my poem this is my mic talk on it I like hoggin
flow so wet imma take this beat tobogganing
Im waterloggin it
Im soggin it
pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
suplexin it on cement
like I’m on some straight outta compton shit
Take this dick and chomp on it
I’m so bad I could bitch slap a backhanded compliment
jackass eat a donkey dick
the game I just about conquered it
like donkey kong I’m bonkers bitch
I’m the king of this honkey shit
I reign supreme in this honkey shit
no sense screamin and arguin
makes no difference whether a benz a bentley or a beamer’s the car you in

you think you ball well I palm it
I throw bars when I vomit
boy I throw down in the kitchen might hit your mom with my omelette
but you got egg on your face now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped tot he chest of a kamikaze bitch
I’m as bastard as ozzie it’s obvious
you can tell right off the bat
no pun intended but come any closer I’ll bite off your head
trying to give me the finger is kinda like givin a spider the web
Im just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage
I catch a fly in that bitch
you think you fly you just food
I give as much of a flying fuck
as that superman dude
yes I just do what you cant do
and make you look stupid and bamboozled
confused as usual and you can get ripped sick and open a can too
but you better hope you can handle the heat
or stay the fuck outta hell’s kitchen
i came to cock block like a square fuckin male chicken
its shady slut the rest can suck on it big wood
cause I’m as despicable as daffy duck when I’m spittin


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