This rap s**t is out of control. Seriously. Muthafu**as are rapping everywhere & every muthaf**ka is rapping. Everybody has an album coming out. S**t is ridiculous. How many times has this s**t happened to you; you go up in Foot Locker & u f**k around & see a bunch of Foot Locker n***as in a cipher. It looks like a bunch of referees huddled around a monitor trying to get a call right. Then u hear one of them say some s**t like, “jumping’ in that new Benz”. N***a, you better jump the f**k over here. U ain’t getting’ in s**t. You smell feet for a living. Now go get me some size 12 white on white AirForce1’s, Jay-Z. Sickening. And I don’t mean that its just Foot Locker workers, although they seem to be some of the biggest transgressors.
Them and Food Service workers. Food Service workers. THOSE n***as. First of all, it ain’t MY FAULT that you’re 35 on fries. This is a young man’s job. You know, so they can earn some cash & maybe catch a concert at Foot Locker or something. Picture this s**t; u pull into the drive-thru, try to order your s**t, but every time the intercom comes on it sounds like the f**king radio is playing. You pull around to give your order face to face & the inside of the spot looks like Soul Train, down to the headset wearing drive-thru worker who looks like a damn production assistant. N***as doing the damn stanky legg & s**t. Oh, & rappin’, somebody’s definitely rappin’. I hear a n***a w/ a mop talkin’ about how much weight he pushes. Look here, Rick Ross, let a n***a get a grilled chicken sandwich combo. Do your muthaf**in job.
These are the same n***as who declare every year as THEIR year. Let me play the psychic enemy for a second. You know what they’re going to be doing this year? The same wack s**t they were doing last year. Rap. Rappity-Rap-Rap. F**K rap. Rap got n***as f**ked up in the head. If u were in the damn hospital & the doctor came in spitting bars, would you let THAT n***a operate on u? Or if u were in court & your lawyer starts scribbling furiously in his legal pad. Rhymes. Would u let that n***a represent u?
Hey, I don’t blame these guys for trying to rap. As simple as this s**t is that’s on the radio they probably think their dogs can rap (no DMX). It would be different if people were just doing this s**t as a hobby, but these people think they’re the next Eminem. Let me put a common misconception to rest. Just because you can talk doesn’t mean that you can rap. S**t, cats better get their lives together. I guess I should be glad these dudes have jobs to supplement their income while they pursue their dreams, that they don’t resort to he nefarious acts they rap about. F**k that, you talkin’ that gangsta s**t you better be Just-Ice. F**k it, I guess its cool, just keep your day job. And don’t rap at it. You’re welcome, twit @me, twitter.com/hexmurda
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