Death. Destoryer. AM I.


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Greg Schuster Because your chains are too thick. Mine aren’t. THEY ARE EXACTLY WHERE THEY NEED TO BE.

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Greg Schuster Because I am a fucking human time machine who invited time travel to reverse change by flipping webcams into death portals.

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Greg Schuster Do not make me turn my webcam back on.

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Greg Schuster That key, right now, is in RUSSIA.

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Son g MEANING of RAP GOD?! OH no….

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings <- not anymore.
But I’m only going to get this one chance <- I have 10 years left to do shit…
Something’s wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on) <- My bioligcal clock is a ticking time bomb… counting down to my own DOOMSDAY.
Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what <>- what is going to happen SLIM SHADY?
If that means, what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble, <- YES YES YOU”RE IN TROUBLE. YOU NEED A NEW DAYCARE.
And if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances <- YOU SHOULDN”T TAKE ANY CHANCES WITH THIS GUY RIGHT HERE
You were just what the doctor ordered <>- not yet you weren’t…

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God <- I will print this onto my next car.
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod <- and then I’m goigng to connect my Japanese alternative REVENUE STREAM to the intent and BACK AGAIN so we create a TRUE INFINITY LOOP.
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? <- I DONN”T SLAP. I PUNCH MOTHER FUCKERS IN THE FACE>
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot. <- YOU CAN CALL ME MUKADE.,

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes <-0 bring me back my colon so I can find out what was wrong with it…
I got a laptop in my back pocket./
My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it./
Got a fat knot from that rap profit./
Made a living and a killing off it./
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office./ – was studying you then! ON MY MACHIENS.
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack./
I’m an MC still as honest./
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill ’em all with)./
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop./
You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap./
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac./
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing./
That I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table./
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half./
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact./
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack./
Rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a Maxipad./
It’s actually disastrously bad./
For the wack while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as./

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God./ – I AM A WRAPPER GOD.
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod./ WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CHANGE THE DIRECTION YOU HEAD BANG TO?>?>?


Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?./ YES. YES. MINE ARE THE LONGEST ARMS YOU COULD EVEN IMAGINE>
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard./ yuou’re right.. i could do this forever… but my credit score is tied to a flawed system that still things the amount of cash you have on hand determines your PERSONAL WEALTH AND SALARY VALUE.

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got./
Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance./
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance./
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since./
MC’s get taken to school with this music./
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme./
Now I lead a new school full of students./
Me? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-./
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim./
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position./




BECAUSE I LISTEN… professiojnally… to EVERYONE and EVERYTHING that I think is SMART.

….. including the guy who invented MORSE CODE>
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy….





So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy’s gay, that’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy


You don’t want to watch me cry. I have done all the crying I have left to do….





‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent <-correct. I AM NOW AN ORACLE.

Let off then I’m reloading immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walking dead, but I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It’s me, my honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on “I’m Back” from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’ve
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You’re like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin’ to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
“Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you”
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’m made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you
I’m never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they’d be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he’s too mainstream
Well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It’s not hip hop, it’s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make ’em lose it
I don’t know how to make songs like that
I don’t know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
How many verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you’re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I’m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I’m asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here’s what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don’t mistake it for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don’t be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?






What is the name of the save file on my desktop that I just wrote internet?

  1. Still nothing new to report. Still just Gregory P. Schuster.

I sure hope the world is changing now.

That’d be swell.

This is called self-editing.

Through punctuation, and the ability to use a spell checker on my own.

I don’t need micromanagement. I can take care of my own shit.

Profanity also doesn’t need a filter.

Don’t filter images.

Images are your friends.

I need a filter though.

Because I’m really good at bullshitting on the internet.

But if my message goes to far, too fast, people will be way, way too frightened for words. EVER AGAIN.

6x degrees? WTF? Bullshit. Our Families are way closer.

How close am I related to Eminem? Get us in the same room. This is my audition for a meeting. I could do it live, but I prefer to write, not rap, because I’m a potato, not popcorn.

TL;DR I posted this on Facebook, but I’m afraid that’ll get deleted. Reposted For A Point.

SORRY ABOUT ALL THE SHORT STUPID POSTS. HERE COMES THE TRUE STORY. READ ON IF YOU CARE TL;DR – It’s the About me. Grab some French Fries. This will read so good you’ll need popcorn, but I prefer French Fries. I like Fast, HOT Food. Popcorn also is deadly for people with Crohn’s when in remission… lucky you you’re not allergic to most movie food. FUCKERS… I need more nachos.


No more advertising for me here… don’t think anybody cares. This is all just my life, my autobiography, at least part of it.

I am now compiling a super-bill for my insurance company of all the off-network medical expenses incurred on my behalf by my parents: the people who fund my health care. I have recommended to them that they become a secondary, supplemental insurance provider… for real, as a company.

We’ll see how long it takes them…

Why? Because they could do it easily. All you need is trust.


… read on …

My parents need a refund. They are getting close to bankruptcy, I’m afraid, because they’ve been keeping me alive, rather than working up to their full capacity. Two working parents, one child… seems like good math, as long as the child isn’t a moron. I am not a moron. I am a writer. But Gofundme is a stupid idea because outside your own family and friends nobody cares enough about you to pay for you to get laid, much less get STD education…


You may be able to erase a post, but you can’t erase the capability to write one. Save to clipboard, copy, paste, etc. etc.

If a person turns out bad… you can’t refund, or undo a person either. You can get an abortion though, but maybe we should just be funding more adoptions, and less abortions. My guess is some embryos end up being used for stem cell research without people’s proper knowledge, because that what all my signs are telling me… but that’s ok… that’s actually a REALLY GOOD THING.

As a result, of my life, and my experience, I can tell you that having someone to watch your kids, like a daycare service is a great thing to have, especially in one’s health care network, especially if those watchers of children are also mothers. My wife has a mom, she takes care of my kid all the time when he’s in her country… I don’t like her very much personally, but I trust her with my son when he’s in Japan. Same goes for eggs, whether they are in your fridge, in the ground, or in your mom, wife, sister, etc. EGGS ARE MONEY. DON’T LET PEOPLE HAVE THEM FOR FREE.

Here’s why…


It’s been a LONG process to get you to read this entire post.

Because people won’t read long posts on the internet anymore, because the attention span of people is now crappy because people work and use cell phones rather than books. But that’s ok, good books aren’t written in order either, people jump around, make edits, add tidbits, pull information out of sequence. They do that to keep your attention, just like people use — to mean stop, take a break, then move on.

I have three problems – Crohn’s Disease + PTSD + A Desire to Hang Out With My Son More.

Now, my Crohn’s disease problems have all been solved by myself, plus my parents’ help. With the help of licensed medical professionals in various capacities. I’m in remission, which means my disease is temporarily on hold. It’s not gone, it’s just undercover. But, my disease is underground… like… way underground…

My mental health issues are my own. My brain is in my head, and until that changes, I know what is best for it. I have a pretty good idea how to get and manage myself therapeutically, but I don’t have a license because all I have are two B. Degrees. But, I can make my brain a lot better, by distracting it, then refocusing it, over and over again, to make more brain cells then I destroy.


  1. Science: B.S. (half the brain) Global Business- International Studies including all manner of the most difficult business concepts known to mankind drilled into me by the most difficult professor at my uni.
  2. Art: B.A. (the other half) – Asian Studies- International Studies in Asia, relative to Japan, and all issues involved. Taught to me by one of the coolest, hippest, Japanese teachers I know. He liked reading. I loved to read too. I asked him book recommendations all the time. Unfortunately, I was too sick to even be at his funeral. That kills me.
    3… TBD… probably in medicine…


  1. Education. I’m going to teach later… for more money… probably when I’m old.

This is all none of yours, or anyone else’s business. I have, until now, kept from trying to fund myself on the internet, because I have parents who care about me, but I also care about them too, and I think they need to retire and care for their own health and each other. They are getting old… time to change jobs.

They are both in business; in very different ways. My parents paid for most of my physical health care because they love me. My dad has been taking care of me, while my mom works, also works the other way, when I was younger.

If you want to know just how underground my illness is, all you need to know is that the spell checker doesn’t even auto-correct it properly. It’s low guys… DNA level low. Life is just a bitch sometimes and there is nothing you can do about it, but don’t blame the potatoes. Hate the game. But, we can change the game, if we change the rules. Right now the rules are based on fear. I’d like to make the rules based on friendship and understanding.

My parents will continue to pay for my medical bills, if I ask them, because they are good people and they care and love me, because I’m their son, not some creeper on the street and they’d like to live lives not take care of children. I believe in families, especially children, wherever they might be. I think every child should know where they come from, even the adopted ones. I have a LOT of those in my family. My branch of the Schuster line is multi-racial. We’ve got people from all over, plus we’re getting bigger and bigger as we speak. I’m getting thinner. Cool huh. I’m not even going outside, just fasting, for diet reasons, and medical ones, at the same time. I’m also doing this to make a point about the world. Which I already have. You didn’t notice me eating yesterday unless you were paying very close attention, but by the time food hit my mouth, all of the things I have said were true, have been true.

My parents and I have respect and love for each other. People who love one another get things done. Also, Microsoft Word is a lot better for writing than a Facebook and the Post Box. Word has a save button. It also has auto-backup and recovery features. It also can tell the different types of grammar apart, which is something facebook can’t.

I have just negotiated, on the phone, all the terms to have all the expenses I incur to self-medicate based on the recommendations of all the physicians in my life.

The answer to my problems lies in education. I am a home-schooled-person. I self-educated myself on finance, leadership, team building, relationship building, networking, intelligence, and computers, based on my parents supervision and a lot of books, because from age 10 I have been deathly ill and very few people even know, or care, because I don’t advertise the fact that my DNA is flawed, because that is bad business… I have Crohn’s disease, not HIV, but they are basically the same thing now, due to all the drugs in my system… the only difference is that Crohn’s disease isn’t contagious. It’s bred. My breeding was great, on paper, but guess what… something got messed up along the way, but we might never be able to understand what that was… for some weird reason the DNA was busted… oops… something went wrong. Distractions my friend are ruining us as a species. Some we can see. Some we can’t. Some we don’t even know are there.

I used to get up really early, so I could have my dad grade my homework before he went to work at EDS in the morning before his really long commute. That allowed me to develop a routine. When he quit to take care of me, I understood where his priorities were… unfortunately he also read some other signs wrong… and that led him to make other dumber choices that probably ruined his career to some extent.

I would love to get that refunded too…. unfortunately, I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Here’s why:

Education, like a lot of other things, is what is called a SUNK COST.

I have received the benefit for my education already, so you can’t take it away, because you can’t take education away. However, you can send a person to prison for not paying their bills, or you can destroy a person’s credit score because the bills are not paid on time. But, you can’t evict someone from their own home, regardless of what anyone says. My address is in Murrieta, CA. That’s what it says on my driver’s license. That’s where it will stay… FOREVER. I’m never, ever, ever moving. I don’t care what anyone tells me. But, If you can convince me it is good for me, I’ll agree to get out more… and get to work. And if you give me a house somewhere, I’ll rent it back to you for free. I’ll let you keep it though, as long as you want, on paper. We can both live there together. I live with my folks and I keep out of their hair pretty well. This is called Time Sharing.

Bankruptcy laws the way they are exist because paper trails in the past needed to have a way to end.

Now… we don’t need paper at all anymore. We have the internet. What we need is good people, great mediators, and trust.

I can call up my bank and find out exactly how much money I spent last weekend. Or, I could do that from an app. I can also determine which charges are fraudulent on my own time and my own money, because I don’t do cash business unless that cash is absolutely necessary (like at a place that doesn’t take a credit card).

I can’t however, until now, put a price on a trust relationship.

I am now in the process of patenting the trust bond, based on my relationship with MY Family. They are not just good people, they are LIFE SAVING PEOPLE.

I’m not sure on the laws, but I’m guessing it will need an insurance company/provider. If my parents can get their act together, my guess is they can insure trust, based on my word of mouth. Because I’m smart, educated, honest, individual who doesn’t cheat on his taxes or on his wife. I live in White America, in the burbs, above a garage, rather than owning parking lots, because I’m sick… but, I live in in one of the safest places in the world and the police are my friends, not my enemies… I like it that way. When your police catch up to my police, I’d love to meet them too.

You’re going to be a really, really hard sell, because you’re not blood related. But, if you meet me in person, tell me a great story, make half your own shit happen, never get arrested, and then can come back and find me again… maybe I’ll let you in my network. Then, if you’re married, you can insure your own family, but if they mess up, your insurance with me ends. Sorry, that’s the way I do business. No people with criminal records need apply. So far as I know, nobody in my direct network has a criminal record that matters. My son doesn’t’. He’s just a kid.

In order to find out what is medical, what is physical, and what’s EMOTIONAL, and what is pleasure, what one needs to be is a smart person who can read statements on the internet and make wise choices based on signals that people provide you… KIND OF LIKE READING INSTRUCTION MANUALS. The pleasure manuals suck though. The really good one is on pornhub. I’d hate kids to have to go there to get Sex Ed. I’d also hate to have to force a kid to ask his parents if his parents aren’t available (for whatever reason that may be)/.

Last weekend I was so busy I didn’t collect all my receipts. Some of my tabs went uncharged, some of my tabs are still open even. I have one of the most important ones, a life=saving one, in fact, that I’d like to repay about 100,000,000 times over. The janitor, at Jose’s, Miguel’s was really nice. He watched my cell phone charger, gave me a red bull, when I needed one, and then let me walk out the front door. He even let me use the toilet when the place wasn’t open. Let me tell you. That bar… in La Jolla… that was the most interesting place I’ve ever been to in the entire world. Why? Because the face of the most interesting man in the world was on the wall, I did business there with a bunch of awesome people, and the janitor was a fucking badass.
Don’t worry, I’m going back to pay those charges this week, but I need a driver, because I don’t want to use my dad’s car… it’s old, I don’t trust the framework anymore.

I may not know where some of those charges come from, when they were made, or anything else, unless I keep my state of mind balanced and awake, but that is something I am. AWAKE. I am also really smart, and a writer, professionally. I also am used to diets, fasting, etc. Sometimes I do it just to purify my body. Sometimes I do it because I have to, other times I do it because I get emotional.

If you’re drunk… don’t use a credit card. But also don’t cry like a little baby if someone steals all your cash. Paper Money is good if you don’t know or care what you’re buying. For everything else, get a credit card. If you’re emotional, don’t do things you can’t take back, especially making children with people you don’t already care, love, accept, and want to be with. I loved my ex-wife before we got married, she didn’t’ believe me, and destroyed me mentally for it.


Because I don’t lie, my credit card company will believe me when I punch in… this also means I don’t use my credit card for stupid things without first realizing that a lot of that won’t get paid back to me, even if I wanted it to be. I “Didn’t make this charge” to my BoA app. isn’t something I punch in online willy-nilly.

I don’t need paper. I am fine with paperless banking… there are TONS of apps for that…VISA is one of them… I like credit cards. I have a Visa Platinum Plus Visa Card. It is the same one I got back in college, they just keep sending me a new one every time I ask for one, because I pay my bills, regularly, on time, and rarely ever fail and I maintain a balance on that credit card near, but rarely over the limit. Whenever I am over the limit, I make my garments as fast as I fucking can because I understand that credit score is everything these days. Bitcoin is bullshit made up currency on the web, but people give it value just like gold.

We don’t mine gold anymore. It’s scarce, hard to find. Hell, we probably don’t need to mine anything anymore. We just need to move it all into the right places and for the right things. That includes human beings. We need to make them so much better that they can move around whenever, wherever they want, to do whatever they want, for pleasure, fun, business, etc.

Humans need houses. Humans need cars. Humans need insurance. Humans need a lot of things. Humans need a stated income. Humans need families.

Humans also need emotions and mobility.

You can lose mobility, but when you lose your emotional control, all bets are off.

Robots need a battery. Robots need intelligence. Robots don’t need emotions. They are fact based computation tools, which until you can prove I’m not, I will continue to have faith in.

As a Human (…which I’m pretty sure I am…) one. I clicked a captcha to that effect on the internet. Oh. Here’s the twist. I’m not sure I’m human. I may be a clone.

I recently automated the banking process, and certified that BOA wouldn’t overdraft me if the money isn’t in my account to be paid on time. But, I have no way to certify that my parents are my parents or should have been my parents because my DNA is broken and I don’t know how to fix it. That’s the only thing I don’t think I can reverse engineer at the moment… because I can’t dissect my own body completely, then put it back together, while I’m alive… yet.

This is all pretty genius, huh? I think so too. If you’re still here, please know these things:


  • My name is Gregory P. Schuster.
  • I want to go to Medical School, but I want to do it safely, and probably mostly online, because for me, it’s dangerous to be in the sunlight too much, because of the side effects of my drugs I am now a modern Bubble-Boy. But, luckily for you, only my wonderful personality is contagious. I’m STD Free. That’s the way to be.
  • I enjoy learning. I enjoy driving. I enjoy networking. If you bring me your car, I’ll get you to where you need to go. You can work while I drive. I just listen to NPR or the radio, depending on my mood.
  • I like to sing EMINEM in the car… which has led me to be able to fast talk, advertising sytle, and write really, really quick. You could call me Skiddles if you like… I love rainbows.
  • Trust me.
  • I have a kid. I’d like to keep him alive too.
  • So I’m not dangerous at all.
  • I’m just loud, on the internet, and would rather be at Anime Expo, but I can’t be… because that already ended, but I’d love to host a Comicon party too and that is this weekend.
  • My party is on Thursday. If you’re in town early, come by, and find me, you can if you work hard enough, trust me… I’ll be in disguise in exactly the same way Comicon is happening, but my masquerade ball is going to be in the nicer part of town, because San Diego gets too crowded around Comicon. If you listen to the Rooster Teeth Podcast you would know this… trust me… I’ve been stealing there stuff, repurposing, and repaying them for years, just never made it official until recently. I used their material in TONS of my educational lessons in Japan. The kids loved it.
  •  If you know who I am, and can read the signals, you can find me.
  • TTYL.
  • Love
  • Greg