Mars Discography?
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pictured: ROLAND REMINGTON BREWINGTON, ESQ.
(Known affectionately to loyal fans of the horrorcore genre as 'Brewley')
Brewley is a horrorcore music financier from the stately and sophisticated Brewington family bloodline.
It's a little known fact, but Brewley originally got into the business in 1992 when his Model T Ford happened to break down in the projects of Brooklyn. As he was attempting to revive it by sticking an old-fashioned crank into the front and turning it rapidly in a comedic-looking stance, the Flatlinerz happened to be freestyling on the stoop of an apartment complex nearby. They saw him and attempted a quick and spontaneous robbery, sticking him up with their gats as he wet his pantaloons and full-body underwear and his greased and slicked white mustache trembled on his upper lip in fear. However, all he had was his checkbook on him, and a can of cooking rations and sardines, so he wrote them a check, at gunpoint, for $300,000, which they used largely to purchase crack cocaine and crates full of Slim Jims, but additionally also fund the release of their first album.
Largely out of youthful arrogance, the Flatlinerz later sent him a copy of the album he inadvertently helped to finance, along with a crudely-scrawled note that contained a poorly-spelled racial epiphet and a doodle of a middle finger pointing at the reader. After attempting to listening to the CD on an Edison mini-vatrola, he failed magnificently, due to the fact that a min-vitrola only plays vinyl. However, he figured that if he could manage to fund this "compact disc," he could perhaps do it for others.
This is where the House of Krazees was born. Those who've had their finger firmly on the pulse of the horrorcore scene for a while have surely heard about Paul's gripes with a certain former manager. well, he was too embarassed to admit that it was our very own Roland Remington 'Brewley' Brewington. apparently he thinks it would be a detriment to his street credit if it were known that they associated with such a wealthy and well-monacled old man, or that they had once agreed to each give him a blowjob in order to secure the funding for studio time to record Season of the Pumpkin. Either way, now you all know the truth.
After he was completely snubbed by his musical proteges when they disbanded and went their seperate ways, leaving him without anyone to finance, he left the scene for quite some time in disgrace. He didn't show his face again for another ten years, when he reportedly supplied Preest with the retarded boy he molested in the shower and paid for his wooden pirate leg operation. He didn't help pay for any of the music on Fallen, however, so you can't blame him for that.
Now he has bestowed his veteran expertice and bottomless coffers to our good friends Mars and Lokey, who will be using it to assumedly fund the next great horrorcore album, or maybe just buy a lot of coke and hookers.
pictured: ROLAND REMINGTON BREWINGTON, ESQ.
(Known affectionately to loyal fans of the horrorcore genre as 'Brewley')
Brewley is a horrorcore music financier from the stately and sophisticated Brewington family bloodline.
It's a little known fact, but Brewley originally got into the business in 1992 when his Model T Ford happened to break down in the projects of Brooklyn. As he was attempting to revive it by sticking an old-fashioned crank into the front and turning it rapidly in a comedic-looking stance, the Flatlinerz happened to be freestyling on the stoop of an apartment complex nearby. They saw him and attempted a quick and spontaneous robbery, sticking him up with their gats as he wet his pantaloons and full-body underwear and his greased and slicked white mustache trembled on his upper lip in fear. However, all he had was his checkbook on him, and a can of cooking rations and sardines, so he wrote them a check, at gunpoint, for $300,000, which they used largely to purchase crack cocaine and crates full of Slim Jims, but additionally also fund the release of their first album.
Largely out of youthful arrogance, the Flatlinerz later sent him a copy of the album he inadvertently helped to finance, along with a crudely-scrawled note that contained a poorly-spelled racial epiphet and a doodle of a middle finger pointing at the reader. After attempting to listening to the CD on an Edison mini-vatrola, he failed magnificently, due to the fact that a min-vitrola only plays vinyl. However, he figured that if he could manage to fund this "compact disc," he could perhaps do it for others.
This is where the House of Krazees was born. Those who've had their finger firmly on the pulse of the horrorcore scene for a while have surely heard about Paul's gripes with a certain former manager. well, he was too embarassed to admit that it was our very own Roland Remington 'Brewley' Brewington. apparently he thinks it would be a detriment to his street credit if it were known that they associated with such a wealthy and well-monacled old man, or that they had once agreed to each give him a blowjob in order to secure the funding for studio time to record Season of the Pumpkin. Either way, now you all know the truth.
After he was completely snubbed by his musical proteges when they disbanded and went their seperate ways, leaving him without anyone to finance, he left the scene for quite some time in disgrace. He didn't show his face again for another ten years, when he reportedly supplied Preest with the retarded boy he molested in the shower and paid for his wooden pirate leg operation. He didn't help pay for any of the music on Fallen, however, so you can't blame him for that.
Now he has bestowed his veteran expertice and bottomless coffers to our good friends Mars and Lokey, who will be using it to assumedly fund the next great horrorcore album, or maybe just buy a lot of coke and hookers.
Add Malaki Macabre (feat Mars) - Times Up
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