I Hate Trouble is my best album since StH: ZERO.
"Check it oowwwwwwt!" (Paul McCartney voice)
It's like this, y'all.
I'm too nice of a guy to be Satan.
I WANT AND NEED to be Sonic T. Hedgehog (Sonic Boom reference).
It's not like I can't handle my opponent (YOU ALL) being leagues under the sea of lava.
It's just... I'd get off my thrown, put down my pitchfork and (a) try to fuck a suffering female mortal or (b) ask a suffering male to light me up.
Potheads feel me.
If SEGA strips me of being Sonic (AGAIN), then...
I just want to be myself.
Human, alien, mortal, an immortal, whatever.
I don't want to be "the second coming of" or "a prophet".
I want to be the best, truest, ONLYest Charles Hamilton.
Fuck that "it's a common name" bullshit.
Y'all know me.
I don't want you to.
That's how I know you know me.
My mastering of AMIJ2 is not done yet.
Dr. Dre, Greg Lawrence, Jimmy Douglass...
"Ima be on yo ass, boy!"
Sonically, this album WILL NOT BE TOUCHED.
I'm hungry again.
Should've stayed at my auntie's house.
At least I'll be here in 2018.
I'm working towards it.
My dreams of being Superdad are miraculously waking me up every day.
Hear that, Daughterlips and Son Dunna?!
I wake up for y'all.
Stay out of jail and the abortion clinic and Dad's gonna let you get away with being...
Fuck that shit.
I don't want that to be your fate.
Shit, I don't want it to be MY fate.
Children, honor your mother.
I might've impregnated THE ENTIRE BUNNY RANCH in 2011, but YOU know your mother is a queen.
Dad's just trying to be your friend.
I'll find away to punish.
But, with the kind of bond we have (sons and daughters), I might not have to Joe Jackson you niggas.
Alas, this all could be a dream.
(Watch me make Beyoncé sleepy...)
No use for protection.
There's another music selection?
(insert Bey's fatigue __________)
Lights out, critters!
~shout it out~