remixes:
Limp Bizkit ft. Snoop Dogg - Red Light Green Light (Chitchat's Traffic Remizzle)
it all began only weeks ago.. he was sitting at home staring blankly into space contemplating ways to further his non-existant career and manipulate the system. the constant drone of his voice rung through the night as he muttered badly constructed sentences endeavouring to breach the boundaries of insanity. his only musical experience is his shameful attempt at playing the recorder in grade three and a scribbled entry in a dear diary described it as a moment in his life that would leave permanent scarring.
he generally spends his days sipping soda pop, drowning himself in sweet electro sounds while banging bass lines echo off the walls in a cleverly devised plan to ambush him. constantly he is reminded by his nagging mother that this is all just a badly drawn curtain to hide himself from troubles of the real world, his financial problems, lack of job and that he's really just trapped upside down in a time vortex. he will forever remain a constant dreamer hoping to hit winbig on the slot machines.
he has come to accept his music blows, most likely from the constant blood curtling screams of incoherent old people threatening to strangle him between Prince's legs everytime he plays it.
