so yesterday was easter sunday and i found myself at my inlaws' house watching tv while the feast i had consumed was being transformed into poo and in-between cops and what's happening i flipped over to bet. i was immediately sickened...
so yeah, i have no idea who this chamillionaire idiot is, and it saddens me that his name is even occupying a cell in my brain, but all i have heard is chamillionaire this and chamillionaire that so when his video started i was like, fine, let's get this over with.
this dude is horrible. i'm not talking juvenile horrible, and i'm not talking raindrop horrible, i'm talking mark deez meets corky from life goes on horrible.
not only is he one of the ugliest persons to have spent 3 minutes on my television, but his rhymes and the content of them were just booty. yeah, you can show me how to shine with your broke ass? fuck your purple painted 1986-whatever you're rolling and lick ass for trying to look like some cash money clown when you probably have what's left of your little $25k advance over at mr. money earning 2 percent interest.
what the fuck is wrong with hip hop that it's so cool to be blinged out when it's clear that you're an uneducated doorknob who some idiot a&r decided to give a chance to? in 1989 all the way to 1999 anyone who dressed up in these fake ass bling bling clown outfits with their flat panel monitors in everything but their shoelaces would have been laughed off of the stage... why is hip hop so fucked up?
i'm looking at you, south coast.
yeah, some southern artists are real hot, and have something to say. outkast, goodie, 8ball, suavehouse, etc etc, but did master p really usher in all of these mindless idiots once south cats started seeing records sell? i haven't and will not play chamibrokeass' album (i just imagine some grilled out fugly ass mugshot of this demon on the cd artwork) and i already know it won't have any original thought, artistic risks (i said artistic lol), or message besides one syllable rhymes brings money, and money brings bitches and boats 'n' shit.
man, if only someone had a hip hop time machine. i'm embarrassed to say i love hip hop for fear someone will ask to borrow my copy of the new lil wayne album.
r.i.p.