Another Gasface Refill

Hold the fuck up.  No. NO. NO!  We ain’t gonna go thru this shit again.  Not on my watch.  Not gonna be able to do it.  Fuck dat shit.

Baseball season is over.  Imma call up the rap Prime Minister, Sinister Pete Nice.  Tell’im to grab a few bats from Cooperstown.  It’s time for batting practice, and we knockin’ this junk ballin’ Riff Raff out the park like Hammerin’ Hank.  Pop-pop goes the weasel.  Serch can come thru and kick him in the grill. Here comes Daddy Rich and KMD, with another Gasface Refill.

Look, man.  I tried to let it slide, let it slide, and slip on by.  I weathered the Auto-Tune storm by turning off my radio.  I’ve ignored Drake and his “feelings.”  I can proudly state that I ain’t ever heard a verse by Mac Miller (despite the fuckin’ PREEMO co-sign).  But this is where I draw the line:  Riff Raff gots ta go. This shit is beyond a mockery.  Ironically un-ironic.  Life is a game of Ping-Pong, and this mu’fucka can’t even serve.  But he’s got the paddle in his hand.

As far as the above video goes, I’m guilty of clickin’ on that shit because it had that dime-piece Kid Sister on it.  She fine’n'all, but I gotta say she had more than just her right hand high when she hopped on this clown-ass shit.  Fool’s Gold, indeed.

Fuck Rap.  Let’s bring back RAPE (Rappers Against Phony Entertainers).

In News Today… Cigarettes!

Yer uncle is at it again! He is here to save you from cigarettes after he sells you a pack. Our government rules against drugs are so fucked. Another way to pull the wool over suckers’ eyes imho. By the way, I’m totally for you smoking fags if that is what you want to do… or pack a dip, whatever. Our government is ass backwords on this though. “Yes, you can kill yourself with cigarettes and alcohol because we manufacture the piss out of that shit and make money. No, you cannot grow your own… we’ll lock your smart ass up attempting to do shit. Here, smoke this.”

Read about the FDA’s new gimmick here.

Fuck Hip Hop

Your boy will be throwing down some gnar-gnar death metal jams and welcoming Lions of Tsavo – hailing from ye dope town of Austin, Texas (host to SXSW, annual WordLifeSon holidaze/Adult Spring Break mecca) performing the Lay under the conniving alias “DJ Skulls.” In honor of this momentous metal occasion, be prepared to imbibe truly sacrilicious oldskool metal joints collected over the course of a three decade odyssey of filth.

You can’t get any more “fuck hip hop” than this.

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…and now back to your regularly scheduled diet of misogyny and braggadocio…