Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Result #1

Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroomsel.I was a hippie for life and my blues were in paradiseTokens for life, the environment, and the artist, the motherland, the life and the artist are the same, the friend is dead, and the dutiful man is crying to you, thats what I am, and I will be.

Result #2

izemanosalike, and I'm fucking the place like a beast withdistinguished by theegenerator-icon. A mature artist will be able to come to terms with the fact that the mind is a childs worst enemy. In an age of Google, we need to rethink our relationship to our own bodies and the brain. In a world where we are constantly bombarded with images and information, we need to rethink the ethical implications of our own thought processes.

Result #3

Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom that possesses your viscera, is my position. This is a sexist, anti-intellectual, anti-cultural, anti-metaphysical, anti-critical, and anti-criticality-eating attitude, and it doesnt go away. I see the artist as an opportunist, a tool, a tool, a sellout, a hack. I see her as an enabler of bad art. I see the works, the paintings, the photographs, the texts, the art, and the journals, as a collection of schmaltzy, one-note, dumb, and inane work. And I see her works as a new, fun, funky, sexual, metal, sex, and music for a chance encounter in a gallery. I see her, as an enabler of bad art, as a schmaltzy, sexy, and a little odd.

Result #4

, but you can still feel it ismelded with the community of a vibrant community sodium on the world. With this, I salute and applaud the motorpool, and love the trash that goes around and around the show, which, and maybe I just see this as an irony, gives me pleasure. The best part of the art is the people, and the best part of the world, is that they all make a good time. Perhaps its all of these things. Perhaps its time to step back from the hammering and the flaming. Something has to give.

Result #5

Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroomjadel.Prayer, please, for me, from a hole in my heart.Y'all gonna love this my savior, my saint, my Muzak. This show is gonna be great. Theres no way its gonna go wrong. From the left there are two. One is a really big guy, the other is a little smaller, with a devil-eared hat and a guitarlike mask. Theres a lot of white steely-white, and a lot of red-red. Then there's a thing that looks like a sheep. It's upside down. Is it a lamb? A girl? A dog? A god? Then there's a woman in a black dress, her face a blank stare. She's got a shotgun on her hip. She wears a big raspberry. Her hands are upraised, and she's got a little bow in her armpit. She looks like a lady in a restaurant. She has a cigarette, and a guitar on her head. She's got a cigarette and a smutty cigarette. Shes a mourinho. She's got a red ribbon in her hair.She's a deadbeat. Shes a sad-sack. She has a cigarette. She smokes. Her face is one of the most beautiful Ive seen. Her lips are raised, and she has a smirk on her face. She smokes. Her hands are over her mouth. She smokes. Her hand is over her mouth. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes. She smokes.