An Oldie Where I Come From
wrote this a while back for the last issue of Versus but I never got around to posting so here it is:
You Are Not Creative, You Are Fucking Sucks
Hey kids guess what? I don’t want to learn a new fucking dance, hell I already hate that I know any dance moves at all. Dancing blows motherfucking dog shit. I don’t like to dance never have and never will. I’m tired of all these rappers telling me I need to do some new bullshit dance moves. I’m not trying to walk it out, two step, the fucking pool palace or the bunny hop snap, shit I don’t even know what the fuck half these retarded ass hooky poky moves even fucking mean any more. I don’t want to hear more bullshit ass songs telling me to pop lock and drop a pussy that I don’t fucking have. I don’t give a fuck how many strippers gave you props, pop that pussy needs to be motherfucking retired.
See this is the deal; this dance thing leads to bigger problems like motherfuckers rapping over fucking trance synths. If you don’t understand the implications of this bullshit then you have never heard young kids from florida rapping over Justin Timberlake samples laced with trance synths. Shit just go download some of the latest raps, motherfuckers like Wes Fif and Flo Rida are all over this bullshit trend. It’s goddamn scary. Even Rick Ross is jumping on it. This bullshit is just a warning for what is to come: HipHouse: The Rave Edition. If you doubt me then maybe you have not seen the latest in London’s neon pants. Kids in the UK have been gathering together to form the ultimate in myspace infused glitter faced sucks a whole motherfucking lot. Streetwear is already retarded but these assholes are trying to raise the sucks with all kinds of absurd interpretations of clothing that looked ridiculous years ago. Neon and triangles have never looked cool, that’s the kind of shit that tells you to slow down and not die. I’m not having this crap so dead that shit you fucktards.
Why do you think T.I. came out with some shit over fucking house music samples? The rave is on a comeback and I fucking despise it. I hated that lame ass shit the first time around and I’m not trying to go through a motherfucking repeat. Please leave the dust on your glowstick. The world does not need to gold fronts to collab with candy bracelets. Fuck we already got B-more replacing the mash-up as the latest trend for dj’s who can’t mix to save their myspace. Stop with the dumb as fuck bmore remixes of songs no one ever gave a fuck about the first time, I don’t give a shit how accessible you want to make bmore club music for idiots who wouldn’t listen when the music actually involved black people. The “Presidents Of The United States” have no place over bmore club beats, that shit is corny as hell. Come the fuck on, who the hell wants to hear lame whiney white guys from the last decade over club music? This type of retarded as fuck thinking has resulted in rave records being reissued in a worthless attempt to bank on the latest worthless scenesters have to offer. 92.7 is already the shittiest radio station ever, please oh please don’t fuel their sucks.
Right now many young privileged kids are looking to girltalk to help them do dances they see in rap videos but are too scared to go to a club that actually plays hiphop. Shitty haircuts everywhere are being set free to shake their asses to dumbass fuck remixes involving flavor of the month southern rap for amateurs and the latest in garbage ass skinny pants rock. I don’t give a fuck how cool you think Ableton live is that shit doesn’t make your stale ideas worth playing out. Being as creative as you want to be is no excuse for being as corny as you can be. Dudes like girltalk need to put down the their laptops and get a job as an investment banker like their mothers have been begging them to. It’s good for their futures and the future of music. Let us forget this ever happened and just let this bullshit die already.
Fuck the soft.
You Are Not Creative, You Are Fucking Sucks
Hey kids guess what? I don’t want to learn a new fucking dance, hell I already hate that I know any dance moves at all. Dancing blows motherfucking dog shit. I don’t like to dance never have and never will. I’m tired of all these rappers telling me I need to do some new bullshit dance moves. I’m not trying to walk it out, two step, the fucking pool palace or the bunny hop snap, shit I don’t even know what the fuck half these retarded ass hooky poky moves even fucking mean any more. I don’t want to hear more bullshit ass songs telling me to pop lock and drop a pussy that I don’t fucking have. I don’t give a fuck how many strippers gave you props, pop that pussy needs to be motherfucking retired.
See this is the deal; this dance thing leads to bigger problems like motherfuckers rapping over fucking trance synths. If you don’t understand the implications of this bullshit then you have never heard young kids from florida rapping over Justin Timberlake samples laced with trance synths. Shit just go download some of the latest raps, motherfuckers like Wes Fif and Flo Rida are all over this bullshit trend. It’s goddamn scary. Even Rick Ross is jumping on it. This bullshit is just a warning for what is to come: HipHouse: The Rave Edition. If you doubt me then maybe you have not seen the latest in London’s neon pants. Kids in the UK have been gathering together to form the ultimate in myspace infused glitter faced sucks a whole motherfucking lot. Streetwear is already retarded but these assholes are trying to raise the sucks with all kinds of absurd interpretations of clothing that looked ridiculous years ago. Neon and triangles have never looked cool, that’s the kind of shit that tells you to slow down and not die. I’m not having this crap so dead that shit you fucktards.
Why do you think T.I. came out with some shit over fucking house music samples? The rave is on a comeback and I fucking despise it. I hated that lame ass shit the first time around and I’m not trying to go through a motherfucking repeat. Please leave the dust on your glowstick. The world does not need to gold fronts to collab with candy bracelets. Fuck we already got B-more replacing the mash-up as the latest trend for dj’s who can’t mix to save their myspace. Stop with the dumb as fuck bmore remixes of songs no one ever gave a fuck about the first time, I don’t give a shit how accessible you want to make bmore club music for idiots who wouldn’t listen when the music actually involved black people. The “Presidents Of The United States” have no place over bmore club beats, that shit is corny as hell. Come the fuck on, who the hell wants to hear lame whiney white guys from the last decade over club music? This type of retarded as fuck thinking has resulted in rave records being reissued in a worthless attempt to bank on the latest worthless scenesters have to offer. 92.7 is already the shittiest radio station ever, please oh please don’t fuel their sucks.
Right now many young privileged kids are looking to girltalk to help them do dances they see in rap videos but are too scared to go to a club that actually plays hiphop. Shitty haircuts everywhere are being set free to shake their asses to dumbass fuck remixes involving flavor of the month southern rap for amateurs and the latest in garbage ass skinny pants rock. I don’t give a fuck how cool you think Ableton live is that shit doesn’t make your stale ideas worth playing out. Being as creative as you want to be is no excuse for being as corny as you can be. Dudes like girltalk need to put down the their laptops and get a job as an investment banker like their mothers have been begging them to. It’s good for their futures and the future of music. Let us forget this ever happened and just let this bullshit die already.
Fuck the soft.
Labels: Versus Magazine
posted by SergDun at 14.6.07
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