This is an EP of songs I wrote that was released a couple years ago.

1. Pinball Windfall
2. The Carfeteria featuring MC Snax
3. I Just Spent Sixty Bucks at the Dollar Tree
4. Sick Of It (song about Jack Skellington)

PINBALL WINDFALL

ALL SNARE DRUM SOUNDS SAMPLED MYSELF FROM REAL PINBALL FLIPPERS

Grippin’ the flippers. Man, I’m hittin’ the kickers.
Achievin’ the high score while colored strobe lights
flicker on the board. I’m playin’ a pinball game
at the bowling alley on a rainy day.

Insert two coins for one play. Pull the plunger.
Strike the ball with the force of wind and thunder.
Shoot it up into the playfield.
Hit your target like Baker Mayfield.

On a six-and-a-half-degree incline.
React properly to keep the ball alive.
Use the flippers. Catch the ball, turn ’em into grippers.
Fling that thing, hit your target with a ripper.

Redirect the ball. Never, ever let it fall
to the bottom of the board. Choose a different protocol.
Hit the pop bumpers, give the ball a couple jumpers.
The kickers and the slingshots always make you wonder where the

ball is gonna go! Where’s the pinball gonna go?
Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone?
A drop target hole or a saucer?
Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw!
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe?
In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize.
Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from ’89.

Avoid a tilt, but hit a nudge, just because
you’d like to keep your game goin’, havin’ so much fun.
Have a ton of quarters in pocket. Now, time to rock it.
Hit a stationary target or a multiball socket.

How many points can you attain in the pinball game?
Can you process all the action in your brain?
Can you make the ball behave when it’s time to play?
When you walk in the arcade at the end of the day?

A whirlwind spinner. Yes, this gimmick is a winner.
If you’re a beginner you’ll wish your skills were much bigger.
Gates block your ball from going a certain way.
A stopper between the flippers keeps defeat at bay.

Activate a special mission or a bonus game.
Never let random chance have the final say.
Hit a quick tilt when your ball’s in the outlane.
Get it in, get a tournament win; celebrate!

Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone?
A drop target hole or a saucer?
Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw!
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe?
In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize.
Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from ’95.

Man, you’re doin’ your best, but you just let
the ball fall between the flippers once again.
If you wanna win first or second in the tournament,
better turn around and get points like a savage.

Get a free game. Match the numbers on the display.
Active bumpers shoot you every which way.
Solenoid sends me into the void.
When I return, I get burned to my opponent’s joy.

Interactive backglass. Catchy graphics.
Eye-popping design, ’89, Bad Cats.
Theatre of Magic.
Super tragic outcome if I don’t learn the angles real fast.

Been playin’ on the same coin for a long time.
Onlookers multiply as my score climbs.
Catch the ball in the flipper at the drop of a dime.
And now I hit a prime line, and my score is enshrined.

Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone?
A drop target hole or a saucer?
Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw!
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe?
In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize.
Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from ’89.
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone?
A drop target hole or a saucer?
Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw!
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go?
In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe?
In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize.
Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from ’95.

THE CARFETERIA feat. MC SNAX

The Carfeteria is where I eat food.
Always buy something to chew every time I’m on the move.
Spendin’ big cash fast on a chicken nugget batch.
Got a tray in the back. When I eat, it’s on my lap.

Got an Arby’s card, buy one get one sandwich.
Flash it in the drive-thru. That piece of plastic is magic.
I need some curly fries, too.
And samplin’ of a side salad. Yes, I made out like a bandit.

…The Carfeteria. I eat there every day.
Crumbs accumulate. Spill stains often take place.
Fries between the seats. They have been there for weeks.
They live among spare change, mints, and wrappers for sweets.

Got a cup holder that I need to clean. It’s obscene.
At this point for me, a spotless car is a pipe dream.
I might seem like I’m not tidy.
My car is hiding crumbs and change in the seams and siding.

Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.

Now not too many have mastered the art
of eatin’ food like Big Snax has in the car.
Though, I still make a mess and my car’s unsightly.
The skill takes time, don’t take it lightly.

But I could eat a bowl of soup while my homie drives
down a bumpy dirt road, and my food still survives.
But like Don will tell ya, don’t be reckless.
Drive with hands at 10 and 2, not while eatin’ breakfast.

There’s no joy sweeter than eatin’ in your car,
but you should only do it if you’re safely parked.
And if you’re scared to make a mess, it doesn’t have to be hard.
You can start with something simple, like a protein bar.

But me? I like to hit up the drive-thru.
Find a nice place to park with a scenic view.
Outside my ride I confide no meal is complete.
So yo, Particle Don, tell our homies where we eat!

Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.

If you’re on the go, get some fries.
Many times I have purchased potatoes cut into straight lines.
Buy them with change you find. Fill your stomach, free your mind.
Never operate a vehicle and eat at the same time.

Unless you’re at a stop light, and you’ve got your eyes wide.
You don’t wanna get in a wreck or cause a side swipe.
I like eatin’ food from Five Guys,
’cause it travels really nice in the car when I drive. Day or night.

The abyss is the spot between my seat and center console.
I’ve dropped enough food in there to feed the student council.
When I vacuum, gonna whistle a happy tune.
It’s long overdue, many crumbs have accrued.

Many spills have taken place, many french fries went to waste.
One time waffle fries fell outta my lap all over the place.
Lost my entire snack across my floor mat.
It set me back. Made me sad. I’ll never forget that.

Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.

Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
…You do it when you’re on the move.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR!
You do it, do it, ’cause you must eat food.

I JUST SPENT SIXTY BUCKS AT THE DOLLAR TREE

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me?
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy.
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.

So many items in my arms, that I had to grab a cart.
Where do I start? Garbage bags or in the aisle with crafts and art?
Mini chocolate bars. Didn’t expect my bill to be this large.
My excitement? Off the charts. They’ve got Tic-Tacs and Sweet Tarts.

Greeting cards. Happy birthday and thank you. They are two for a dollar.
Pick some up for weddings, birthdays, baby showers.
Yes, I got a calculator that I didn’t even need.
On the back of the box it says this item contains mercury.

The Dollar Tree allows me to get the things I need,
but three twenties left my wallet during this epic shopping spree.
I went overboard. My grand total soared.
Every item grabbed contributed to the double-digit price tag.

I did bad. Somehow bought dishwasher tabs.
Ended up with push pins. Mini cups. A sketchpad.
Staples. Wooden clothes clips. Gloves for your hands.
Coloring books and birthday party loot bags.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me?
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy.
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.

How do they do it? Everything’s a dollar. And they’ve got name brands.
Everything from home supplies to pens and checkout impulse grabs.
Sticky putty. Thumb tacks. Also, mini tissue packs.
Stack after stack of maps on a spinning display rack.

Fifty-six items after tax. How ’bout that?
I got me some colored sand and some mix for bubble baths.
Tabletop place mats and flash cards for math.
I got ten divider tabs and a box of waxy crayons.

Yes, they do have snacks. Cookies. Plastic silverware. Trays.
Napkins. Paper towels. I could be in there for days.
They have paper plates. Stacking games with unique shapes.
Dollar Tree detour; put a smile up on ya face.

I got some neon glow sticks and a bubble blowing kit.
I feel too legit to quit as I grab magnetic clips for my fridge.
Food containers. Clothes hangers. It’s a trip.
Yes, I am an addict. Got a glue stick and a new bucket.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me?
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy.
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me?
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.

I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree.
Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy.
I walked into this store for only one thing.
Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.

SICK OF IT

I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished.
Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich.
I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage.
Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.

It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet.
It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it.
You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded.
Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.

My name is Jack Skellington! I don’t have any hair.
A few months before Christmas, I had a nightmare.
I’m sick of Halloween. And I’m super lonely.
Sally is the only one who understands me.

One night while wandering, I came across a magic tree
with a portal to Christmas Town. An insane thing.
Couldn’t believe what I saw. It was amazing.
Everyone was happy. No one was complaining.

Now I plan my own Christmas celebration.
To share with my fellow townsfolk the sensation
of pure joy and love. But I can’t explain it.
Can’t explain Christmas and all the love contained in it.

The only way that they’ll know what I’m tryin’ to say
is to take over Christmas town without delay.
Sally tries to tell me no, but I don’t listen.
Tell her “Make me a coat!” I’ve got my evil intuition.

I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished.
Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich.
I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage.
Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.

It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet.
It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it.
You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded.
Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.

Take Santa straight to Oogie Boogie, the boogeyman.
Sally tried to save Santa, so he could stop Jack,
but Sally got captured, too. Now she’s in danger.
Christmas Town’s people notice the behavior

of Santa has changed. That’s ’cause Jack took his place.
From the sky, wicked, evil presents rain.
Jack’s under attack. He was shot out the sky.
He decides now it’s time for Oogie Boogie to die.

Walks into the lair, now he fights the boogeyman.
Rips apart the bad guy with his bare hands.
Bugs n’ slugs fall out of Oogie’s body.
They fall into the cauldron and continue rotting.

Jack promises he’ll return Christmas Town to the
way it was found. All the people gather ’round
and they play in the snow while Jack and Sally go
to the graveyard and let their hearts glow.

I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished.
Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich.
I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage.
Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.

It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet.
It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it.
You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded.
Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.