About Me
Lenny Da Crumb is my rap persona. Get at me for the new album - Good Will Stuntin/Shit Yo Pants if You Really Mean It?!?!?!?!? i'm dropping gems on you bastards. i got beats for sale too homey: yall might think my beats are wierd retarded, but that's my taste man, for my songs, it aint shit for me to make a beat whatever style you want cause i got it like that. 100 bones for a beat, 150 for a club banger son, all prices negotiable face to face dude. i make beats like cosby dropping babies. it as far as my novel and poem output goes, i'll be releasing spoken word poetry albums under the name Precious Roy and audiobook sections of my novel over some jazz joints under the name Mr. Mobar. You can get the mixtape with a little touch of all three. Its called The Dan Lynch Super-Brilliant Extravaganza Project and the album is The Dan Lynch Super-Brilliant Extravaganza Project Mixtape Volume One: How to Piss off a Rooftop and Make it Feel Like Rain
Aiyo I am a hungry ass kid, hungry son, hungry. I was born in a hospital on the Northside of Pittsburgh fifteen blocks from Gertrude's Stein's childhood home, but the bitch don't got shit on these expos. I'm singlehandedly bringing poetry back on that Walt Whitman street hustling like WHOA jumpoff. Y'all might have caught me on Bedford Ave, Brooklyn, Forbes Ave, Pittsburgh, Lincoln Ave, Pittsburgh, Harvard Area, Boston, any corner of Manfuckinghattan, or Market St. Philly. Thank you for you support. BUT I'M EXPANDING THE SHIT . I'M ON THIS WORLD WIDE WEB SHIT NOW CAUSE MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION 07 IS I AINT SMOKING NO BUD UNTIL I'M ON THE COVER OF THE VILLAGE VOICE SON. this shit is HAPPENING mo. THIS IS THAT HOSTILE GUERILLA POETRY JUMPOFF. If you're tired of David Sedaris and sad-looking, black jean painted on mascara wearing sarcastic hipsters with trucker hats and male-purses and think its time for art to take its place back in the realm of essentiality and not stupid-ass pop scenesterism, throw this kids some dough for a book or two cause i'm fucking STARVING. singersongwriters aren't poets, they're weasle bastards who couldn't get laid in high school and had to come up with a new angle otherwise off themselves in their twenties. i'm on that gregory corso, charles bukowski, kerouac, henry miller, yusef komunyakaa, norman mailer, anais nin i-live-for-this-shit jumpoff. jump on the bandwagon cousin, cause we is TRUCKIN get at me for buying single poems at 50 cents apiece, poem books for five dollars and the novel for eight bucks. also, the mixtape which includes long sections of the novel, poems, and raps is seven bucks. Novel - Like Anyone Else You Will Die But the Dying Comes After Completely Everything Else.
poetry books - Zero-Porn Gravity/Zero-Gravity Porn and Five Day Poems: How to Paint the Night with Starfish, I AM THE HEAVYWEIGH POETRY CHAMP OF THE NORTHEAST
and The Dan Lynch Super-Brillant Extravaganza Project Mixtape - Shit Yo Pants if You Really Mean It?!?!?!?!??!/Lenny's World Good Will Stuntin, and the book of essays/manifestos - Rich People Don't Wanna Read About Poor People and Poor People Don't Want to Read.
