About to be 1 in the AM, thinkin about gettin some work done to my tattoo, bumpin Gucci Mane (burrrrr) I'm pretty much on some chill shit right now. Album doing decent, got a new (or somewhate new) veiw on life, just cold chillin and loving every moment of it.
Now since I have so much material done over the time I've been rapping as Broken Pen (and I dont know how the fuck Ive been skating with that for this long. Like think about it. A lyrical, brooding, moody ass nigga with crazy punchlines Named "Broken Pen"? and he actually gets at niggas? wooow...) I decided to let people have it. This music is like AIDS.

I'm not sayin I got it, but nigga, If I got it then YOU GOT IT. WHAT?!?!?!?!
Word. The first mixtape Is called "Sex sells, Rap Doesn't Vol.1". I basically took a bunch of shit I made for the album (which I original called "Mindless Self Indulgence" but I changed it to "Euthanasia Music" cuz it made more sence towards what I was talking about, and theres not a band called "Euthanasia" or some shit like that.) and a bunch of promotional joints I did for the blog, which sounded dope, so i decided to throw em together to let people hear the shit. Word
Without further adue, Ignorance.
Next episode, we walk into the past for the "Bloody Kitchen Mixtape".
Uno.