"rave 'til the grave and then some, mfers."

"grave rave" mfer the unliving proof that u can take the mfer out of the party, but u can't take the party out of the mfer.

radiant eyes blasting through the after-hours gloom, this undead mfer cranks the eternal jam.

headphones blaring the soundtrack of the crypt, he's a rebel's echo that refuses to fade away.

here's to the nights that turned into mornings and the friends that turned into legends.