STITCHES GET STITCHES

Ayo what's goodie good?  Ahhh shit son, things just ain't wavey for you out there?  For real?  That really is some bullshit.  I'm real sorry to hear bout all your troubles cuz a nigguh been eatin' over here nah mean?  I'll save the intro and shit, ya'll nigguhs know it's The Jaw, I break nigguhs in half from time to time, jus what I do, ain't no thang.  Sall good.  I was at church the other day aka browsing worldstarhiphop and came across this jaw dropping atrocity, this muthafuckin' greek tragedy b.  This shit is a natural disaster of ignorance, a 200 foot tsunami wave, pushing 1,000 mile an hour winds of unrestrained ignorant nigguh shit.  Seriously fam, fuckin' sea monsters crawl out of the ocean and attack Tokyo when the scale of disaster is this high.  This shit is pacific rim doing one of those Miguel leg drops off the top rope to the neck of cloverfield on top of the richter scale of ignorant shit.  This is the worst of the worst my people, the hottest dookie droppin in the streets right now.  I can't imagine who's rolling around, top down and shit, rappin every word to this shit down the muthafuckin' street.  Ya'll need to hear what I just heard to understand what I'm talmbout, my words just can't do this shit justice.  Nigguhs and gentlemen, meet 18 year old Miami rapper STITCHES....you really need to see this video b.

 

 I'm as shocked as you my nigguh!

 



 

How did this happen?  Who's fault is this?  Son is only 18 and has an AK-47 tattooed on his face.  Where is this nigguhs parents b?  Sad to say, but you know this fool prolly has like 4 baby mommas, them kids don't have a chance in the world, my slimeington.  Honestly tho, It's improper to the life game etiquette to judge this mans life, let's just keep this in the realm of rap music which means I need to bring up what's known as THE LADDER OF MCS.  See at the tip top of the ladder we got nigguhs like KOOL G RAP, BIGGIE, SCARFACE, 3 STACKS, BIG PUN, BIG L, TWISTA, GHOSTFACE, ICE CUBE, BUN B, you get the picture. I’m talmbout elite unfuckwithable ass nigguhs b.  Down around the middle rung we got your acceptable nigguhs that do they thing, but ain’t neva gonna be in nobodies top 5 dead or alive nah mean?  Even some super nice nigguhs is around that middle rung, they dope and errthing, but next to a RAKIM OR PIMP C, they just don't match up.  You got your SHEEK LOUCH & STYLES P nigguhs, your  FABOLOUS or CASSIDY nigguhs, them ROYCE DA 5'9, SMIF-N-WESSON, MJG, or LLYOD BANKS type nigguhs, they always gonna be middle rung, or between the middle and the top rung, feel me?  Oh yeah, then we got that middle to bottom rung.  Like all 2,000 of those Wu-tang affiliate groups that no one can name or even really listens to except real 5%ers and the corniest, dorkiest of "real hip hop" white boys, all them nigguhs is middle to bottom rung.  Ayo remember that group TI had?  P$C?  Well all them nigguhs was middle to bottom rung, except for TI. Then you got the bottom rung b, and it’s a sad state of affairs down there.  I ain’t even talmbout dumb ignorant nigguhs like FRENCH MONTANA and WAKA FLOCKA b, they really don’t count cuz none of them fools is really tryin to be rappers my nigguh.  These bottom rung of the ladder nigguhs is really trying with they bullshit and they still hot dookie.  I’m talmbout you CHIEF KEEF, I’m talmbout you MACK MAINE.   SOULJA BOY is a bottom rung veteran yo.  PLIES been on the bottom rung for a minute now, he used to be bottom to middle rung, but shit happens sometimes.  Ay, remember SILKK THE SHOCKER b?  Remember that shit my nigguh, worst rapper of all time?  Yeah SILKK is a bottom rung legend.  That’s the type of nigguhs that reside on the bottom rung of the ladder of MCs.  Now where does this nigguh STITCHES fall on THE LADDER OF MCS?  This nigguhs place on the ladder is somewhere in the dark ass basement underneath the floor that the ladder stands on.  This nigguh is like the deformed sloth lookin nigguh from the goonies, chained up in the basement, and a few floors up, that's where THE LADDER OF MCS even begins, which is where the CHINGYS, the YUNG BERGS and the rest of the lowest degree of wack nigguhs reside.  Even those flat soda, stale bread nigguhs have to take the elevator to get to STITCHES, that's how far down this fool is in the scheme of things.  This nigguh got no business rappin b.  No durglords in Miaimi needs scary looking weed carriers?  You ain't finna tell me this nigguh couldn't be a low level strong arm, knuckle dragger for some Cuban crime organization in south florida?  That sit would make sense for a a nigguh that has machine guns tattooed on the side of his face, but is still 3 YEARS SHY of being able to legally buy  Colt 45.  This nigguh, got a tattoo suit on, but needs to hang out on the side of the liquor store and ask random nigguhs to buy him a bottle of goose cuz he ain't old enough.  This shit is just getting silly now.  Matter fact, I'm done talmbout this nigguh.  I got a review to do folks.  DISPIMPIN from ISLAND HUSTLE SOCIETY sent me over his new album and I gotta review that shit and get my  mind right, this nigguh fuckin up my wave fam.  I don't like my wave fucked up, nah mean?

GOING OUT TO EAT WITH WHITE FOLKS PART 1

Ayo what's good good?  it's that nigguh Brickjaw aka Don Smack Diggums, that nigguh that tames lions with his mind, back again to share some thoughts and break bread wit ya'll.  yo son, I try not to hate anything in life, nah mean?  There might be a whole bunch of shit and stupid peanut headed ass nigguhs I got a strong distaste for, but I don’t hate none of them.  It ain’t that serious b.  For really real tho, you can’t be keeping that hate in your heart or you just gon end up another sorry ass nigguh like the rest of these sorry ass nigguhs out here, feel me slime?  Shit jus ain't healthy to be feeling like that, but sometimes you just got some real fuckin lames around you that just don't get it.  nigguhs that just can't get right and don't go with the program, they be tryin the shit outta you all day.  sometimes they can't help it, it's just how they is and it ain't never gon change.  see that's why i'm here today, to try and drop some tips, those god life essentials that some nigguhs be lackin that got their life game all fucked up.  First off, lemme go on and get this out the way.  i love my white folks, i love my white friends, but goddamn you pale nigguhs be gettin on my last nerve sometimes.  for real b.  like trying to go out to eat with my white friends is always a muthafuckin nightmare b, first the place gotta have a gluten free menu, then these cloud nigguhs start talmbout "well i had sushi for lunch, but i'm still craving it!", then you white folks wanna change up your order all crazy and shit, like they order a sandwich without 3/4 of what comes on it and add four or five more things to it and then substitute both of their sides and shit, nigguh just eat the goddamn hoagie!  matter fact, i can't believe they actually let a nigguh eat somewhere that serves hoagies, muh'fuckin white folks always wanna take a nigguh to some gordon ramsay fuckin place that serves all kinda uppity snobby bullshit where you order the meat loaf and the shit comes out lookin like a college lesbian bitches conceptual art project b, then they got the nerve to charge you 45 muthafuckin bones for that shit.  fuck outta here my nigguh, i ate that whole andy warhol lookin so called meat loaf dish and still had to hit up the wendy's drive thru on my way home to get full.  shit was hardly even a child's serving slime.  no shit my nigguh, i started packing peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and stashing them shits inside my avirex when i go out to eat with these snow nigguhs.  it's that crucial b.  anyway, i'm gon expand on a few more points about how white people are the wackest nigguhs on earth to go out and eat with.  

1.  White folks LOVE to overtip.  i don't mean they love to tip, i mean white folks feel obligated to drop a mortgage payment on they server at P.F. Changs.  it's insanity b.  ya'll really got cake like that huh?  damn nigguh, must be nice. 

2.  White folks, stop trying to speak spanish to the mexican waiter.  trust me b, you ain't doin it right.  Esteban thinks you sound silly as fuck, your accent ain't right and your enunciation is all fucked up my nigguh.  Esteban has so much disdain for your pasty fajita eatin, margarita sippin ass it's comical.  and you got the nerve to not even clean your plate when you know damn well that esse probably from Hounduras and not Mexico and had to make his way here through a hellish journey that took months and months, hoppin trains and shit, prolly had a few of his nigguhs get killed in the process, travellin' all through latin america, outrunning border patrol and having to crawl through sewage tunnels and shit just to make his way to the states and get a job at a mexican restaurant where he makes more in one week than he did in three months back in honduras and your fluorescent ass comes in with your perfect 10 blonde girlfriend in crocs and a notre dame t-shirt ordering tex mex plates and maragaritas and spoutin out some shit you heard in spanish II class, but with the confidence of one of them vato loco nigguhs from that movie blood in blood out and you can't even finish all your rice and beans?  nigguh fuck you.

3.  for some reason, when white folks eat with you in public, they think it's this special time where they need to name drop all black related musicians, writers, entertainers, activists that they've ever googled.  alot of white folks think they have to talk about 90s hip hop and tyler perry movies and shit in order for nigguhs to approve of them.  it's insulting as fuck b.  on one hand it's like, yo chill lil buddy, i really don't give a fuck that you now every lyric to illmatic, but also on the other hand it's like, why do you know more about maya angelou than i do?  nigguh i swear you googled her name and studied her wikipedia page before we went out to eat, like you expected me to stump you with maya angelou trivia or some shit or i would end our friendship if you didn't know who she was.  listen up b, i don't just assume all white folks know every aspect about the life and times of martin scorcese so why the fuck do you think every nigguh alive is the head of the spike lee fan club?  fuck out my face with that shit b.

aight ya'll, that's all i'm gon drop on you for now.  like i said this is annoying as fuck, but you just gotta learn to live with it cuz there ain't much you can do bout it nah mean?  I ain't one of these crazy nigguhs that just don't fuck with white folks at all, that's some ignorant ass shit b.  They just not all the way there with it, they can't help it, but you do need to let these snowball nigguhs know when they fuckin up the churches money, feel me?

ALBUM REVIEW CAS ONE-SOME METAPHORICAL BULLSHIT ABOUT MONSTERS

Ayo what it do peoples?  What’s the math? What’s the word?  It’s ya boy Brickjaw the muthafuckin’ Lion Tamer, sometimes known as Guacamole Pockets or The Black Charles Bronson aka the overseer of all things wavey aka Da Mayor of Slime City USA nah mean?  It’s another beautiful muthafuckin’ day in the hood my G.  Now I’m just gon be real witch ya’ll cuz I’m not here to drop my usual nuggets of knowledge, but to review an album my nigguh Cas One just dropped, like this muhfucka is hot off the presses.  First off, I don’t really fucks with this nigguhs music, matter of fact, this nigguh ain’t even a nigguh tho, he a white boy, I been told his shit is on some super white guy hippity hoppity shit, but The Jaw don’t hate.  Good music is good music b.  2^nd, just cuz this white nigguh is my nigguh don’t mean ima be biased and be ridin this white nigguhs dick and give his shit 16 out of 10 or some lame shit like that, I ain’t Pitchfork b, fuck outta here.  The Jaw promises to keep this shit one hunnid through and through, feel me slime?  Aight now that I don got that shit out the way let’s get into this muthafuckin album, CAS ONE-Monster and The Wishing Well (that’s some real wiggity whiteboy shit right there son, but I’ma be fair)

1. Long Walk
Aight this shit is already starting off with some somber acoustic shit that ain’t feeding my wavy meter, but I’m like 3 seconds into the joint so ima be patient.  For real tho slime, this is some Goo Goo Dolls unplugged shit coming through my speakers right now.  Ok, dude got that generic whiteboy rapper voice, all them nigguhs that don’t be doing that silly eminem accent bullshit sound just like this, like they got a cold and mad boogers caked up in both they nostrils and sound just like the captain on the airplane over the intercom and shit right before take off when they tell you to turn yo cellphone off and buckle up your seat belt, that’s what all white rappers sound like.  Shit ain’t bad or nothing, it’s just foreign to me.  It’s like a nigguh coming up to me in the middle of the day and saying “The speed limit in the capital of Poland is 25 mph”  Thankyou my nigguh, but I have no idea what to do with that information, well this song is a lot like that

2. The Get Down
Aight i’m coming to terms now with the fact that there ain’t gon be no Jadakiss or Vado features on this muthafucka, the first five seconds of this song cemented that fact into my muthafuckin’ brain b.  Like Rick Ross ain’t about to jack this instrumental for a freestyle for his next mixtape nah mean? Iss okay tho, The Jaw can still find some enjoyment in this shit.  Damn son, the track already over?  Aight well that was short, but on to the next one.

3. Chasing Greatness
Once again this shit ain’t really my lane, but this joint do got some slap to it.  Homie Cas One doing his thing, he got a good flow over the beat and shit, I’m feeling this joint.  That chubby nigguh Wick-it, my other nigguh who ain’t really a nigguh tho cuz he white, but still a nigguh cuz he my nigguh is featured on this track and hes holding this bitch down to, scratchin his chubby muthafuckin ass off b.  Wait, what? This muthafucka is already over too?  Damn son, what’s with these short ass songs?

4. Never Runner
Aight son, we just hit our first wiggity whiteboy joint.  Like this shit is the polar opposite of a Gucci Mane track, it don’t get no further from trap shit than this.  For real b, this song is the antichrist of ignorant nigguh music.  If you tried to sell drugs to this your packs would magically turn into a pair of beats by dre, a mac book, and a cup of coffee from your local coffee shop on songwriters night b….no joke.  This is the soundtrack to white couples breaking up and then blogging about the shit. 

5. Cold Spell
Aye Slime, this is some like “I’m gonna rise above the adversity and persevere” shit.  In nigguh music we call it “the struggle track”  Homie did go the eminem route and used the somber piano as the main basis of the melody, but it’s all good cuz this joint is actually pretty dope.  I’m feeling this chorus too slime, I’m mean it’s still white as fuck, like get together with your whole family on Christmas and watch Miracle on 34^th St. wearing some ugly ass sweaters your grandmother knitted for you in the retirement home you dumped her crusty senile ass in, but you gonna wear the ugly sweater anyway to show you care and shit and even if you were just gonna throw it in the garbage cuz your uppity ass mother-in-law is making you wear it because you gotta take the photo for the Christmas card in an hour (yeah, nigguhs don’t do that).

6. Vultures
Ayo son, this beat is kinda bumpin tho.  I still think I got eyedea rapping to me with influenza over an intercom, but damn son, not only is he ridin this beat like a beast, but this beat is fuckin hard slime.  The 2^nd nigguh rapping on this joint definitely got busy.  So far, I could listen to this shit a few times more, this definitely got some head nod appeal, ya heard?

7. Rabbit Named Wolf
I guess this is sons inspirational track and shit, like he talmbout self confidence a lot and being all you can be and shit.  White folks love that and need shit like that all the time.  They got their anxiety disorders and shit and being all frail and what not, whatever whatever.  The Jaw don’t know nothing bout all that, but it’s good to have positive dudes like this out there making feel good white dude music for the rail thin malnourished looking hipster dudes that wear scarfs in the summertime and shit.  Black folks got Chuck D, white folks got Cas One.

8. Out of The Light
Yo son this is some straight up weirdo sounding shit.  Like this is what they play in the Apple factory while the robot workers are assembling macbooks for the fluorescent masses.  Seriously b, you nigguhs remember that movie TOYS with Robin Williams and LL Cool J, you could play this song on loop through the whole 90 minutes of that movie and it would fit perfectly.  Imagine the two nigguhs from Daft Punk building a computer, what would the music to that sound like?  This song my nigguh.

TOYS my nigguh, you remember it.

9. I Am What I Am
Yo I can see white bitches doing tons of drugs to this shit and acting all retarded slime.  How is this shit not on the radio b?  I didn’t say I was gonna roll thru the hood in my whip with the windows down blasting this shit, I’m just sayin I could see a ton of stupid dumbass blonde bitches with this shit on their playlist doing bag after bag of stepped on blow driving around in their prius, shopping for sundresses and Eskimo boots, and gentrifying the shit out of a used to be poor neighborhood.  For real b, this song could be huge.

10. Strutbounce
Confession time folks, I actually skipped this song cuz I been drinking on a pint of Jose Cuervo while peeping this album out and decided to listen to this instead:

11. Empty Nest
Yo after listening to that Vado track, this shit feels like I just hit a muthafuckin DUI stop, I mean the shit ain’t garbage or nothing, but fam, it’s so far from that wave I’m trying to be on right now it’s not even funny.  I don’t have shit to say about it.

12. Reasons
Fuck….nigguh, that fix of Vado was like the worst shit I coulda done while tryna finish this shit.  For real holmes, this song is like his love song and it ain’t no Renegades b.  Like this is that shit that white dude who writes love letters on his mac book to his secret crush and then deletes them with the quickness because he starts to feel awkward inside listens to when he’s alone.  Like this shit is black rimmed glasses with no prescription rap.  This is talking about how the dust pops in vinyl actually enhances the sound rap.  This shit is eating sushi five times a week rap.  This shit is gluten free rap straight up my nigguhs.

13. Into The Dark
Son the amount of Gucci Mane and Styles P albums ima have to listen to just to get back to normal from this shit is phenomenal b.  i won’t even be able to listen to shit I like, just straight up ignorant retarded shit, like I’m be forced to listen to HOOD NIGGA by Gorilla Zoe 23 hours out of the day for the next two weeks just to keep myself in shape.

14. Opiates
Yo Slime, I ain’t gon lie.  I may have popped a valium and a couple percocets while listening to this shit, but yo.  YO, this is not the sound of opiates b.  I dunno what kinda opiates this nigguh been puttin in his gullet, but this shit ain’t that opiate wave son.  For example, I don’t fuck with dudes music, but this is more that opiate route:

15. October
I knew this was gonna be some more sad sounding shit, I just knew it.  I’m glad dude can keep on topic tho, like I can actually understand what this nigguh is rappin bout tho.  He ain’t on this retarded crazy futuristic nonsensical shit like a lot of white rappers where you just don’t know what the fuck they be talmbout at all.  Like “the third eye of the belly of the beast shall beseech beyond my reach within the sentinel, the fluids of the druids machine will cleanse me before the bicentennial”  NIGGUH SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!  Nobody wants to hear that bullshit.  Goddamn I can’t stand some hippity hoppin ass white dudes that rap like that, that’s some 10^th level dungeon master pussy repellent right there.  At least this nigguh hasn’t pulled out his big ol' white people words and just started rapping about star wars and shit that doesn’t make sense, he sticks to the point and can actually rap worth a fuck. 

16. Bigger Than Life
Is it just The Jaw or does almost all of these songs sound kinda sad or like really fucking sad?  White rappers are just naturally depressed or some shit I guess.  This is a joint I’m not exactly fucking with, but I could see the hippity hoppin backpackers just wetting they beds over, like literally dying to jump on this nigguhs dick over this shit.  It’s one of those joints where a nigguh like myself would listen to something like “how will I make it?” or “everyday struggle” to get the same vibe, but for a soft squishy white nigguh that thinks atmosphere did more for rap than mobb deep, I guess this will do.

Aight so there it is.  I fucks with some of it and some of it I’m not trying to fuck with ever again, kinda like a Chinese buffet.  Chinese Buffets got all sorts of good shit to choose from, you pick and choose what you want, but sometimes you end up with some disgusting ass shit on your plate you really wish you hadn’t, nah mean?  That’s the risk you take when you out there trying to find music tho, just how it is b.  For every nasty ass dim sum fetus dish you accidentally ingest, you get you some of that real ass general tsos chicken, or the most fire pepper steak you ever had.  Now this shit here didn’t have no fire ass pepper steak offerings, but at the same time it didn’t have no raw dim sum fetus either.  Shit was right in the middle, not the worst, but not the best Chinese buffet experience ever either, but I would definitely go back again.  Make sense?  It better my nigguh.

Guess who's bizzack nigguh!?!??!

Ayo wus really good family? the international tamer of lions, that nigguh whose wallet stays on permanent cheesecake status is back in your immediate vicinity, nah mean? Back from the dead by popular demand, ya feel me slime? Yeah yeah yeah, I ain't done no updates in two years or so, but a nigguh got a life to deal with you know? shit don't always go according to plan even if you got a pinky ring as big as mine that just shines so much it just makes nigguhs melt, the sun reflects the ice off my finger and literally makes nigguhs start melting and exploding like the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark and shit, word is bond b. Back to the issue at hand tho, every now and then I gotta give some soft sideways talkin' lil bitch nigguh that work (I see you LUX) on the message boards or on this hurr facebook, but that's all the jewels I been able to give ya'll IF you been lucky enough to catch 'em. I promise that is gon' change today dun dun, I'm back, and I swear these nigguhs is gon get that WORK, that polish immigrant sweatin' illz on the docks WORK, that django unchained, whipped up back, feet look like they been crawling up hot rocks and shit picking cotton all muthafuckin' day in the hot sun WORK, lord these nigguhs ain't ready for the WORK Imma bout to give 'em.  So sit tight homie, new shit is on the horizon.

What the fuck my nigguh?

Ayo why this nigguh still alive b? If this song was a nigguh i'd douse that nigguh wit the one piece combo to the facial and turn his mouthpiece to maggots son. Word is bond my nigguh. The rap game these days is like the wack nigguh olympics fam. These microwave popcorn ass softie nigguhs is killing each other to be the wackest nigguh in the universe. This nigguh is the bugatti of wack nigguhs, the nigguh is the Nino Brown of bitchassness. Lil B is the Tupac of faggotry yo....AND this nigguh titled his album I'M GAY. on some Sinead O'Connor metaphorical "my shit be deep" artistic statement type bullshit. My nigguh you fail at life before you even get out of bed in the morning. Stop it b.

 

Nigguh, what ya life like?

Ayo what's goody good ya'll?  Its that time again for ya boy Brickjaw The Lion Tamer aka Guacamole Pockets to drop some nuggets of knowledge on ya noodle, dig me?  The God gon' cover a few different topics and shit this time around.  The God realizes that updates been super slow around this muthafucka lately, but Brickjaw Almighty gon' hold it down and share some food for thought that ya'll nigguhs can marinate on.  And i ain't serving up no 99 cent cheeseburgers or none of that shit fam, The God is serving you niggas up a 32 oz. prime rib with all the trimmings my nigguh.  These days fam, you gotta watch what you putting into the temple, you hear me baby boy?  See knowledge is like food my nigguh, if you eat some funky mad greasy shit, you gon' end up a mad greasy nigguh son, ain't no other way round it.  You are what you eat and if you munching down mad packs of twinkies and fritos and hitting up the McDonalds drive thru twice a day, you gonna wake up one day and you gonna be a soft ass twinkie my nigguh.  If i just decribed your diet then i hate to break this shit to you, but you a fried honey bun soggy french fry nigguh.  Them kripsy kreme nigguhs ain't known for being mensa members, nah mean?  If they don't got the knowledge to take care of themselves then what the fuck other kinda weak ass knowledge could they possibly offer you b?  Think about it little homie.  There's so many false prophet chili dog ass nigguhs spouting off some fake plastic ass knowledge, trying to pass it off like they bullshit is real life jewels.  Come on my nigguh?  See you taking a shit in these kids mouths and telling them its a hot fudge sundae.  Stop it b.  You gotta put your mind on a high end diet killa.  Read some Sun Tzu or Machiavelli, go cop some old Keith Murray and Lord Finesse albums.  Them shits right there is lifesblood.  The Prince by Machiavelli and Return of The Funky Technician have all the vitamins and nutrients you crave homie.  It's a four course meal.  Your welcome my nigguh.

THE GOD APPROVES OF THE FOLLOWING

Now this that shit i'm talking about b.  Both these niggas is nice, but big homie RA is a beast.  The nigguh jus ain't human b.  This ugly muthafucka zones out on every track he jumps on and takes a shit on the beat, the nigguh shows up EVERY rapper he does a track with.  i fucks with this all day.

Ayo this beat is bananas b.  This one of the dopest commercial beats out right now, but every rapper jumpin on this beat is spitting straight ass cheeks on it.  I fucks with Crooked I pretty hard, even though his choice of beats is kinda ass, he's still a monsta yo. 

THROWBACK JOINT OF THE DAY

This joint don't get enough love b.  The whole album is just classic boom bap NY shit.  DITC handling most of the production, you cannot go wrong with this joint.  I just served you niggugs up some lobster tail.  Your welcome my nigguh.

ya'll keep dyin' but the GOD keep on livin'

Yo son, word is bond my nigguh.....i'm back.  Yeah the blog kinda went on MIA status and shit for like eight or nine months, but the good news is that the god is back home and back on his ol' dirty steez, nah mean?  The god got laid up for a few to get his mind right, but its all good dun dun.  The god just keeps persevering.  You cant put shackles on a legend b, fuck outta here with that shit.  Even with all that shitty food they serve you when you in the clink, it ain't fucking with this niggas stamina b.  I'm a muthafuckin' monster yo, i crawled outta a lagoon with a brand new pair of gators on my feet, chewing silver bullets, howling at a full moon, just shitting all over these bum ass niggas.  These microwave popcorn ass niggas.  These muh 'fuckin' "cranberry and vodka on the rocks" ass niggas.  Them foofy foofy "i just dropped forty muthafuckin dollars on a big ass bottle of club nuvo bitchmade nectar because i saw some corny ass video with Soulja Boy drinking this pink fairy jizz lookin' shit" ass niggas.  I eat up niggas like that between meals, then shit out their fake chains before i lay my head down for the night, ya dig?  Now that i'm back amongst the living, the blog gon' be coming back around, so stay tuned niggas, the god gon' get your life game proper once again.

That nigguh Brickjaw, he who tames the lions.