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Of the junk in the trunk. The dustiest attics.
From the dirtiest of dungeons emerges a glorious band of scalawags.
The truly tasteless salvation of modern entertainment will rise.
Blessed in dens of the hacker elite, meet Codiferous aka No Escape, the sneaker pimp kingpin.
Swingin' big chains.
Bound by unstoppable demons to burn the fabrics of mind, Asa Zimbabwe Jones.
Ladies and gentlemen. Be ye warned.
Three finger caps unleash the intentional dimensionals of Roms-One that make you say, "Damn".
Drop lyrical masterpieces using only long boards and rusty spray cans.
Watch masculinity cower beneath the hairiest chest of bursting man, a gift to music, duly Drewsta.
So don't think. Just drink.
We haven't slept for days. Trust me.
Things you can ask us about:
3 dudes hug.
We're really good at the internet.
13 year old girls have nothing on this drama.
And never EVER say Joel Smalls.
Another demented Johnny Lockdown production.
Do you swim with dolphins?
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