Can't find what I'm talking about but this is a good read:
Screet screet, feet are on fire, she said that means the blood is moving but she's a blood bender, soul mender, not just a pretty face but a heart render — got the Screet on the case, his sigs are sleek and slender, he owns a Telecaster by Fender, the true master, with signatures nobody makes them faster, he'll shit out a masterpiece just for fun and then he'll smash a pork roll, egg and cheese on a kaiser bun