In another iPod related note, if we're gonna be friends you should know that I've cued up my Holiday Playlist on the Pod over the last few days, and I own over 300 Yuletide songs, lambs. You heard me.
Finally, you know I'm into gangster rap, right? (Karen Walker) I'm not really, but I did have a phase, mostly inspired by the online manwhore I used to solicit. God, he was so fucking hot. And he would get his tats to match Tupac. Anyway, DMX isn't really gangsta, gangsta, but his Party Up (In Here) came on the shuffle mix this morning while I was in the shower and I was cracking up. And, you know, throwing punches and wildin' and shit.
There's this lil' nugget I love:
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You're wack, you're twisted, your girl's a ho
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Harsh! And then there's:
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest
Full. Of. Gems.