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.