User:BrianAshe

Great line from a new song, by E-40, I think:

I got a S on my chest

for Somethin' 

You got a N on your chest

for Nothin' 

– from KMEL 'New at 9', March 2011

Deleted Wikipedia pages
(Not deleted by me, just pages I liked that have been deleted.)
 * Silent clock (from 24)
 * Personics tapes

Evolution of the West... siiiide

 * Loc – Funky Westside on Cool Hand Loc – November 1991
 * Cube – "You can run but you can't hide from the West side" – first line of song The Predator from the album of the same name, mid-1992
 * Yo-You sampled that line from The Predator in the song West Side Story from the album You Better Ask Somebody in mid-1993
 * Bow Down, etc.
 * Mixalot on Bumpasaurus

Dead Rockers
Obviously there have been many; this is just a list of a few of the most well known.
 * Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson – February 3, 1959
 * Jimi Hendrix – September 18, 1970
 * Janis Joplin – March 4, 1970
 * Jim Morrison – July 3, 1971
 * Some of Lynyrd Skynyrd
 * Kurt Kobain – April 5, 1994

Dead Rappers

 * Scott La Rock – August 27, 1987
 * Eazy-E – March 26, 1995
 * 2Pac – September 13, 1996
 * Biggie Smalls – March 9, 1997
 * Jam Master Jay – March 30, 2002
 * ODB – November 13, 2004
 * Guru – April 19, 2010
 * Nate Dogg – March 15, 2011
 * Heavy D – November 8, 2011
 * Special One – December 10, 2011

Rappers in Jail

 * K Dee
 * Lil Wayne
 * Snoop (?)
 * Pac (?)

Other
I've always wanted to Wiki-fy the lyrics to M.C. Chris' song "Fett's Vette" :-)

Cruisin' Mos Espa

In my DeLorean

War's over

I'm a peacetime Mandalorian

My story has stumped

Star Wars historians

Deep in debate,

Buffet plate at Bennigan's

Rhyme renegade

Sure to penetrate

First and second offense

I won't hesitate

Got a job to do

And Darth's the guy that delegates

Got something against Skywalker

Someone he really hates

I don't give a fuck

I'm after Solo

For all I care

He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo

Gotta make the money

Credit's no good

When Jabba's runin' shop

In your neighborhood

Think you can cook

I got a grappling hook

Let's make this quick

'Cause I'm really booked

I'm a devious degenerate

Defender of the devil

Shut down all the trash compactors

On the detention level

chorus

My backpack's got jets

Well I'm Boba the Fett

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt

To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space

A mask is over my face

Well I deliver the prize

But I still narrow my eyes

'Cause my time

I don't like to waste.

Get down

I'm a question

Wrapped inside an enigma

Get inside the Slave One

Find your homing signal

From Endor to Hoth

Ripley to Spock

I'll find what you want

But there's gonna be a cost

See, my name is Boba Fett

I know my shit is tight

Start not actin'right

You're frozen in carbonite

Got telescopic sight

Flame throwers on my wrist

You still don't get the gist

Spiked boots are made to kick

Targets are made to hit

You think I give a shit

Yo mama is a bitch

I see you in the Sarlaac pit

You just flipped my switch

Integrity been dissed

You scratchin' on my itch

You know I shoot to get

Got bambinas at cantinas

Waitin' to lick my lusty lips

So I'll let you get back inside

Your little space ship

Give you a head start

'Cause I'm the sportin' kind

Consider the starting line

The sneaky smile I hide inside

Hope you have hyperdrive (drive)

pray to stay alive ('live)

Don't try to slip me a five

'Cause I never take a bribe

To the beat of a different drummer

Bad ass bounty hunter

Let no man put asunder

Or else they be put under

As in six feet

Got an imperial fleet

Backin' me up, gonna blow up

Any attempt to defeat

They gotta Death Star

Got four payments on my car

Hand it over to Hammerhead

At Mos Eisley bar

He used to carjack

Now he's a barback

Just goes to show how you can

Get back on the right track

As for me that's not an option

Can't say that with more clarity

Me going legit would be like

Jar Jar on speech therapy

Chorus

My backpack's got jets

Well I'm Boba the Fett

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt

To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space

A mask is over my face

Well I deliver the prize

But I still narrow my eyes

'Cause my time

I don't like to waste.

Get down

Slice you open like a Tauntaun

Faster than the Autobahn

Or a motorbike in Tron

Do the deed and then I'm gone

Jaba has a hissyfit

Contact Calrissian

Over a Colt, the plan unfolds

No politic is legit

Back in the day

When I was a slave

Living life in the fast lane

Like in a pod race

My mean streak tweaked

I became a basket case

So this space ace

Split that place, poste haste

Took up a noble cause

Called the Clone Wars

'Cause life's not all about

Girls and cars

Getting fucked up

In fucked up bars

See, I'm not a retard

Or gay like de Barge

I'm large and in charge

With a face so scarred

A cold black heart

That's been torn apart

The Sith wish that they

Had a dick so hard

'Cause it's long long ago

In a pussy far far

Call me master, 'cause I'm faster

Than Pryor on fire

I no longer have to hot wire

I'm a hunter for hire

With no plans to retire

And all the sucka MCs

Can call me sire!

Chorus

My backpack's got jets! (jets jets jets)

Well I'm Boba the Fett! (the Fett the Fett)

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt, (Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt)

...To finance my 'Vette (my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette)