He Just Bangs Bitches and Drinks
From Facebook:
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first off bitch I aint white..second off I ain’t payin for no sex I rather buy a rolex…I like blondes, tanned bitches, brunettes..meh..yah meh..haters not welcome…gold diggers and stuck up bitches take a hike…I definitely don’t have time for people who don’t got time for me…I’m not down to earth..think of me as a bastard that can only please you sexually…I got mad money but I don’t tell anyone…simply don’t be messing that pleasure business s@#t together know what I mean? Or as camron says “ya dig?” I aim high and shoot for higher…college is a big waste of time and I just bang bitches and drink….I drink and smoke..you too? then we gonna get it on tonight… I don’t give a s@#t about stupid people…I don’t chase girls I replace em….yes reread…I don’t chase girls I replace em…reread….many fish in the sea…but one me…and if ur readin this sayin damn this kid is he serious? Yes im serious …i dont need ur approval to say wat i want…capo status..my advice to you cut it, cook it, sell it bitch…now 1, 2, 3 pop bottles
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Reread, indeed.
And yet, there’s something beautiful there. Short machine-gun like rants. A chop chop cadence. Tone poetry brought to life with the short staccato rhythms and sing-song lyricisms of the working class proletariat. It’s modernist absurdist 1920s Left Bank avant-gardism, a neo-Marxian cry wrapped in class culture backwash. Jorge Luis Borges dipped in Bunuel by way of pop inflected Beastie Boys hallucinogens and a dash of Andrew Dice Clay.
Or else it just sucks.
