The Weekly Pilgrimage

Now, it's very possible that people will say they call bullshit whenever I say I listen to almost every type of music out there. And please let me clarify. Yes, I do listen to hip hop and whatnot even though I'm almost always talking about shred music or heavy metal in here. In order to not sound like a hypocrite, I wrote this song for you all (especially friends at Music Master). Please take note of this, this is meant to be a rap song. You can sing it if you want, though.

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The Weekly Pilgrimage


Travelling through highways in my tricked out myvi
The cops want some money so they fucking stopped me
But when they saw my yellow fucked RG in the backseat
In their blue pants they straight away shiver and pee

Off to the temple of shred I go
Got too hot and I rolled down my tinted window
Bitches be staring me when they hear my stereo
Playing shred music like there’s no tomorrow

I gave them the middle finger ‘fore callin them bitch
“You’re too pussy for this kind of heavy music”
Now stop staring ‘fore I gouge your fucking eyes out
And fingerfuck them sockets till you scream your lungs out

Reached the temple of shred in a minute or two
I ascend the steps trying to act like I’m super cool
I see Sam smiling there acting like a fool
He sees my tricked out RG and he starts to drool

I sit down and he asks, “Oi wanna jam mou?”
I said, “Of course la muhfucka diu lei lou mou.”
“Travelled so far just to see yo damn face? You gay?”
Let’s get it on, turn it on, get your pick and let’s play


Should I sweep pick , legato or just alternate?
No, fuck slow playing cause it’ll sound moderate
Guitar playing is just another damned fucking race
Who’s faster, who’s cleaner sure is the best

After an hour or so Clem comes rolling in
With his batman shirt looking like a pimp
Sam starts forcing me to follow them go “ta gei”
I said, “No money la, maybe some other day.”

Then he’ll bug me like shit just like everyday
I gave up resisting cause he said he’ll help me pay
‘Fore we play we’ll go where roti canais stay
And hear Clem and Sam debate the topic of the day

1 win, 2 wins and Clem has to go home
Either his girlfriend scolded or he got work tomorrow
Left me and Sam full of sadness and sorrow
Cause he forgot to treat us play computer, fuck no!

We roll back to Music Master and have a drink downstairs
Roti bakar, teh ais, and grabbed us some white chairs
Talk til 5 or 6 if I’m in the mood
My pilgrimage done, I go home feeling good