Formed within ruptured eggs (within Fantasia's womb), two orcs (of the tribe "Puerto Rican") crawled out of the crawlspace. Armed only with a crowquill and a veritable dictionary of "Ultraman" and "Neverending Story" references, with their voices they constructed guitars of heavenly harmony, unfit for the ears of humanfolk. And this is their story.....
"HARK! thee mangled brethren, wherefore hast thou gone to the lands of the Elven Prayerbeads + happy happy school?"
"I know not What be My Quarry, were it to present itself to me, i know not would my quarry would be, hast thou any FUCK ITS FALKOR, RUN MOTHERFUCKER RUN!!!!!!!"
i just spent like 49 seconds watching that guy get kicked in the gentalia, and it was worth every moment. at a certain point the kicks were on the beat with the music i was listening to, and it was beautiful. and by beautiful, i mean i will never again find my innocence and will weep at night.
i think i'm honored that you consider me an occasional member of the band. then again, i'm not sure i appreciate being placed on the same level as you dumb puerto ricans :/
Operation Station Eight has released its second song entitled "New York Times" but sadly myspace isnt alowing our song to play for some odd reason or another....im am working on hosting the song elsewere at the moment, if you wish to download the madness and beauty that is our music, ill be happy to send you it...just vist my page and message me!
YO WE ARE THE MOTHERFUCKING OPERATION STATION EIGHT...FIGHTING ALL KINDS OF ILL ASS MONSTERS AND SHIT....yo the next song we do is going to be a hip hop ballad..........about a giant luckdragon!
