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New website is up and running,
Running at full speed, catch it if you can!
dank-master.com
Is where you will land,
The real land of the free,
Come on over and watch us pee.

Shucked Host

Im all shucked out,
Got corn on my balls,
And a pocket full of voodoo dolls.

Chem-a-lem in my backseat,
Like a pooped on sheet.

So stop that bullshit,
Before I write it into a nensense line.

I just did,
Its about time,
Rhyme,
Chiggle-wiggle.

Thats right, I dont follow any rules,
Making up words is my right, step back fools,
Its pogo time,
Time to say what made up time it is,
OK, Im done now, get back to whatever biz youre in.

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Shucked Corn

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Here, here!
Where is I?
Is I here?
Is I near?
Can eye hear?
No, eye cant hear!

A lot will happen this year.
Peel off yer dild and listen to the wind,
When the posers come to copy,
They will wither like a paper copy of a human.

When the losers come down on us,
We will clap and applaud at their efford,
And then fart in their general direction.
We will shuck them like corn,
And corn-hole them like a fuck.

When the people come and say we cant,
We will step on them like ants.
But we will not step on real ants,
Because they are useful in the ecosystem.

When the poop eaters come near,
We will drown them in beer.
When the small minds come around,
And drown in their own pee,
Because for some reason they cant aim,
What a physiological shame!
Cant find their dick!
Then they should sit and piss!
But keep it off the floor, mother fucker!
This isnt 1854...

Join the mental and technological shift!
Dont get stuck desk-warming like a stupid shit.
Its the new millenium,
Information age,
Were passing you by,
While youre camped in front of the TV wondering why.

American Pee-stain

A man sits alone in a room without weed,

Counting all the underwear hes peed,

With a long face, and a short dild,

All he needs is a pack of pills,

And he would be the American Dream,

The dream of a real life,

The dream of a clothed race,

Of fucking wannabes gathered in one place,

Called school,

With lines of desks splattered in drool,

And a half-ass at the front,

With a list of sober rules,

And a purse full of pills and stupid shit,

And a gut full of hardened stool.

Grow up and follow the trail of drool,

From college to the unemployment line,

From homeroom to the assembly line,

From graduation to the line at the bank,

Donate your life to Satan,

Go have yourself a drank,

And pretend its not happening,

Go look for a job,

And scrounge together your penny collection,

For a Colt 45 and a pack of government slyme.

Or snap out of your coma,

Put away your boner,

Step out of the food stamp line,

And answer to the voice thats been calling you!

Dream big!

Dream loud!

Make your own soul proud!

Forget about your douchebag boss!

And put the pills down!

Kick him in the crotch,

And write your goals down!

Success is what you want!

Or a life kicking ass toward your dream!

Id rather be dead along the way,

Than have my pee tested for green!

Collect your thoughts,

And dig deep to rekindle your life,

Find your true self deep inside,

Crack your third eye open wide!

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Kundalini Trio Music Video

KUNDALINI TRIO will be recording the soundtrack for Dank Master!

Violin, Bass, and Drums;
Their sound ranges from Experimental Dance, Funk, Hardcore, Thrash Metal, Punk, Jam Band, Psychedelic Rock...


Check out their new music video to see what they have been up to!



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Put That in Yer Pipe and Smoke it!

I do animation.
I animate my computer screen,
When I type, it turns green.
When I pee a steady stream.

Not everything has to rhyme,
Its poetry, not the thing that rhymes.
It doesnt have to rhyme.
It rhymes, why?

Every stanza doesnt have to be four lines,
Some can be a bazillion lines long.
But this one is not one of those,
This one is four lines.

THE FUCKIN POEM STARTS HERE!
That other stuff wasnt the real poem,
It was an introduction,
An introduction to mayhem!!

DANK as a grandmaster,
Shooting blanks like a crime buster.
Busting skulls like a linebacker,
Unprotected hacker.
Hacking you to bits with my wits.
Throwing crazy fits,
While youre rubbing your nips!
Dont judge,
Hold a grudge,
This is the best shit youve ever read,
Turning green with jealousy,
While your weed turns red.
Fire in yer sack,
Hit the bong till it breaks your back,
With a massive hack,
Out comes a lung,
Shit comes out yer bung,
While the landlords doorbell rung.
Whats this hippie in the back?
Whys the weed bigger than a nutsack?
I remember when a dime bag cost ten somethings,
And the guy on the corner had a plumpkin ring.



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