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06/01/2005: "Spokesman Rejaw continues to pound West in the Ass"


I tell ya, its near hysteria at the Spokesman Rearview.

I think the papers editor and owner both know that if West manages to hold onto his post, and have the FBI and/or the state investigators clear his name, then he'll be able to go after the Spokane paper for large amounts of cash. After which, he'll be singing:

I got cash in fuck you quantities
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable
Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

Fuck your Saab convertable
And your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid Motherfuck

Fuck the Hamptons, Maine
And the fly infested south of France
I'm paid, asshole
Got more cash than God can count
So why don't you just...die

Choke on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's
Low cholesterol, naturally

Fuck your big old Sunday New York Times
Fuck the Wall Street Journal
And Newsweek and the lot
Including Nation, Villiage Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of priviledge motherfuckers

Think it's fashionable to have an 'alternative view'

And fuck, if you can

Your pencil thin, evian drinking
Calorie counting, caffine limiting
sodium sparing, nutra-sweet sweetening
rear-view-mirror-preening
carrot-nibbling bunny

Go drown in a lake of diet coke, fucker

I got cash
What else matters
I got cash
Slave

Fuck your fencing
Screw your squash
Piss on your polo
And your Pavarotti

Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash
Mega cash
Unhappy with that?

Oh, go sit on your ski rack!

Money talks
You little pussy
And let your politically correct pals know
That I think you're a dick also

Neutered asshole

Your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese restaurant on Monday
Indian on Tuesday
And on Wednesday, Carribbean

Not too spicy please!

Well, I've got stash on stash
And it ain't nouveau cash

Money's been in my family for generations

My great, great, great grandfather made the bag
Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash, motherfucker
And you can't tell
Whether or not I'm joking
Can you?

Dumb fuck