Radio Killed the Video Star...

As of 9 AM (EST) Friday, Rochester is back on the radio! I cannot wait to make sweet sweet love to all of my dozens of listeners earholes. You can listen to me at you office or home personal computer thanks to this. You can also send request via this Al Gore invention called the internet. So please do. And in honor of my return to the radio I will randomly quote the Ol' Dirty Bastard:

• My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
  My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
  You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
  Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
  Other MC's got flipped with the ease
  Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
  No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
  Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
  Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
  Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
  Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
  So you betta run for covah!
  Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
  A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
  Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
  MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
  The max-imum of MC's are populating
  The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
  Now all and together now, to what what who?
  Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo!