No Pantz's Blog of Death

Too Bad He Wasn't Bullet-Proof! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It appears another rapper has died and surprisingly it wasn't because of old age or having a heart attack at the announcement of his nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize. Nope, he decided to suck a couple of bullets into his chest and then just die, like a total idiot. I love getting shot as much as the next guy who has a shitty career/none but when you consider that he was a friend with Eminem and a former member of D12 you have to start thinking the killer did this guy a favor. I'm not saying that being in a rap group that plays second fiddle to a white guy from Michigan is pathetic but then again what kind of fucking rap group has a fiddle in it in the first place? Morons.
Anyway, this sweet rapper called himself Proof for reasons not known by me. What I do know is that I'm kind of scared that D12 will come busting through my door knock me out then start making terrible rhymes about how I'm about to die. That brings me to another point, rappers are like the Bond villians of real life. They tell you how they're going to do everything but nothing really happens. I'm not going to try to explain what lyrics are like this because nearly every rap song is the same anyway. I can't see how each rapper says they make songs unique to themselves about their life but somehow every artists song comes out identical to others.

So you love girls and getting drunk eh? Well that's great but can you have something new for the next 9 tracks of your album? Oh you can't think of anything else? Apparently you're full of shit and aren't exactly as creative as your mom and idiot friends said you are.

posted by James @ 9:08 PM