Vice: Gun Fingers Up Ft. Kardinal Offishall
Six million ways to die, choose one? I pick gun fingers because I'm hopeful it'll keep me alive. Although, Vice asking a festival crowd to stick em up sounds pretty fucking dangerous so maybe my demise is inevitable. I'm the guy ALWAYS trying to dodge that bitch I'm right behind who's trying to stab me with her cigarette and big mac'n on her muscled up boyfriend. Go ahead, Brent. Tell her to fall back and in return get crushed like a Miller Genuine Draft beer can on his forehead. I'm listening to this track as I type and the amount of anxiety rushing over me is off the charts. Regardless, I want to witness this song in a festival setting more than I don't. What's probably most important is to pick the right festival with a brand new and tested metal detector.