Today I would like to present to you a little something special in the form of a guest post. Enjoy

I grew up an inner city youth in the 3rd worst “hood” in New Jersey. So if you will, allow me to use a more suitable vernacular:

Yo Kanyeezie, Let me Holla at you a minute son. You fell off, my dude. You aint sh*t. Yeah, yeah your beats are hot, but your flow is weak and your metaphors are whack. You hadn’ta started wil’in out and acting the fool, maybe people woulda slept on how poor your sh*t is, but you had ta go act like you done lost ya got dam mind and now your cards been pulled. Pladow, you’re over son.

Now if I may translate:

Kanye, What the F*ck?!

Allow me to expand: WHAT. THE. FUCK??? Who the hell do you think you are? You are not the be-all, end-all; nowhere near it. You’re production skills are somewhat impressive but you’re really not that talented in front of a mic and I’ve met bags of hair more intelligent than you are. I’m sorry, but it’s true. You got lucky that when you debuted there was no one out there, so you came across as some great rapper. You’re what happens when there’s a hole in Hip Hop. And now you’re the a-hole in Hip Hop. The only one doing it was Jay-Z and you sir, are no Jay-Z. You were basically the equivalent of the fastest runner at the Special Olympics. And the thing of it is, no one would have noticed that you suck ass had you just kept your stupid mouth shut. Your fifteen minutes is officially up and p.s. we all voted and we’ve decided to wire your mouth shut again.

Douchebag.

Joey (@joecool57h)