#gremlyn

My gremsona boy! His name is Nakku, and he’s a feral lil shit.

Gremlyn ft Big G’s “Monstrosity” prod. DJ D-Napp

Gremlyn's St. Patrick's Day Special Recorded at Beatbox Studio Mixed and Mastered by Vertygo Featuring Doc Lek & Big G's Produced by DJ D-Napp, Beatnick Classic, K-Vinyl, & Dirty Ice This was a project dedicated to my fans. You loving and supporting my music is the greatest gift I ever could ever receive. It was also a personal challenge I put on myself. I said I couldn't write an E.P. within a month or so, and I couldn't record all vocals, nor drop all samples in just one 4 hour session., But I Did! This was literally recorded on Friday 3/13/15 from 10am-2pm,then mixed and mastered over the weekend, so here you go. enjoy!!!!

Conversation with my dad on the phone. My mom had spoken to the step-mother/Gremlyn not 20 minutes earlier, telling her we couldn't go over because: a) everytime I breathe I cough up part of my sanity, and my sister is taking care of one those fake baby things, b) there's a crap load of fresh snow in the driveway, and she wouldn't be able to clear it all on her own (I'm apparently not allowed outside and my sister can't leave Charlie). I don't know why they're always so persistent about my sister and I going over every weekend. We don't even really spend time with our Dad; we just listen to The Gremlyn talk/complain for five hours. Dad: Hi, honey. So both of you have colds now? Me: No? *minute of silence* Dad: The Gremlyn was talking to your mother and she said you were both hackin' and coughin'. Me: I'm still sick but [Sister's Name] isn't. She does still have that baby, though. It cries every 3 minutes or something. Dad: I thought she was just going to bring it over. (At this point in time you can hear The Gremlyn in background, trying to cover her ass by saying "[Mom's Name] said both of them were sick now," when the reality is The Gremlyn can't understand a simple fucking message. Also, she was in a bad mood.) So you're still not feeling well? The rest of the conversation is unimportant, as it only consisted of my dad saying he hoped I felt better soon and that we would be able to come over next weekend 3 times, and of The Gremlyn grumbling vaguely in the background. Also, I should mention my dad takes like a week to get a sentence out. There's nothing medically wrong with him that causes it, he just likes to take his fucking time. And The Gremlyn really is that dumb. Last weekend she asked my sister and I if we watched American Idol. We told her we only watch it in the beginning when all the, er, less talented people are auditioning. When my father returned to the room, she felt the need to tell him "They only watch American Idol at the end when all the geeky people are left".