Ayo Whattup its P-Tone aka the Almighty Theodore. First off I wanna say thank you to eybody that supported the movement to get these leotard rockin niggas the fuck outta here. The response to the list was even bigger this time round nahmean. Thats bringin us one step closer to gettin these spa rap niggas out the door n makin room for the real artists....the niggas wit integrity n pride n dignity....shit like that. There was a couple niggas that got left off the countdown that I aint really wanna neglect like that tho namsayin. So we here today to honor this dynamic duo rite here. Put ya hands together for Soulja Boy n Bow Wow aka Robin n Robin.
Soulja Boy
Look at this niggas face son. You kno the god aint no photoshop savvy nigga like that yo. Jus like wit that T.I. photo...you probably notice that there aint a gun pointed at this niggas head or nothin. Son actually takin time out his day to walk into a bathroom n strip down n snap a quick shot of hisself lookin like prison candy. Cos he feelin hisself THAT much b. But forreal yo this nigga is a pioneer son namsayin. You gotta give credit where its due namsayin. He was jus ya average nigga wit a 5th grade education n a laptop at one time b. NOW look at the nigga. He saw that the bar for bein a rapper was so low that it probably couldnt get any lower....cos the nigga Gucci Mane had already made it so that niggas aint even hafta have anything even close to actual skill to be a rapper. But he saw how low it was n he did the impossible b....he lowered the bar. This nigga kicked the door wide open for all the wackest niggas in the world to get in the game nahmean. This nigga opened the floodgates son. He brought a whole ocean of wack niggas behind him yo. Son is the Moses of wack niggas namsayin. This nigga parted a whole sea of quality music n brought his peoples to the promise land nahmean. He came down from the mountains wit 2 tablets n upon those tablets were the commandments of the wack nigga. The 10 wack nigga commandments are as follows son...
1. Thou shall abstain from intelligence
2. Thou shall only praise the wack nigga god Yung Berg n no other
3. Thou shall hide behind other niggas when faced wit danger
4. Thou shall tattoo coon imagery on thy body n face
5. Thou shall dance for chicken
6. Thou shall not have skill
7. Thou shall work to set Black folks back 400 years wit thy music
8. Thou shall be a cornball
9. Thou shall not pay respects to thy forefathers
10. Thou shall not have dignity
After he done conquered all the various aspects of bein a wack ass nigga he for some reason still needed to ensure that his softness was made very clear to niggas tho. The nigga wanted to hold belts in multiple divisions n shit g. So son jumped on the cover of the most popular music magazine IN THE WORLD to let niggas kno that 50 Cent was in his corner namsayin. This nigga basically sent out a warnin shot to let niggas eywhere kno that if you fucked wit him he would get actor extraordinaire Curtis "W.U.S.H." Jackson to come knock ya sandcastles over nahmean. Listen yo...the little niggas music is dogshit b.....but this move is what makes him one of the softest niggas known to man. Lil B makes garbage ass music too son...n he got the intelligence of a rock son. Im sayin theres literally rocks out there that got higher IQs than that ratchet nigga Lil B son. This is a scientific fact...but the nigga aint hidin behind nobody at least. Cmon yo. Stop it yall. Fuck Soulja Boy n eybody that listens to that niggas music son. Seriously yo. You are a muthafuckin moron if you dig that niggas shit namsayin. No hate son...Im jus sayin.
Bow Wow
Now what you gon say bout this nigga that aint already been said a million times already g? First off this wack nigga is 24 son. Can we stop treatin the nigga like he a child yo? Jus cos he 5' 2" n still weighs in double digits n got the physique of Agent Cody Banks dont mean he aint no adult nahmean. The nigga Biggie was dead at 24 fam. Do the math namsayin. Look what that nigga Big Poppa contributed to hip hop n look at what THIS nigga has done wit HIS life. Look son...the nigga is a bitch. There really aint nothin more you can say bout him. Like straight the fuck up...son..is...a..bonafied BITCH. The nigga is a human birthday candle. This nigga so light in the ass he makes Drake seem like Cleo from Set It Off. Son probably blows dandelions when he chillin. Who takes this nigga seriously b? Word is bond tho son should be thankful that the god of wack Yung Berg exists cos he takin a lot of bullets for this nigga rite now. If Berg didnt exist this nigga would still be rockin the crown for all that wack shit. Son originated all that wack shit that Berg been doin. Son has a 4th degree black belt in softness namsayin. He done conquered all there is to conquer as a soft ass nigga. When you come up under Jermaine Dupri aka Diet Diddy aka the least successful successful nigga around....you really dont got much of a choice. Jermaine Yoda'd the niggas career to make sure that son was the Luke Skywalker of soft niggas. Luckily son got deep pockets so he can afford to bribe niggas wit actual credibility to hop on his songs namsayin. That nigga bout to have more guest appearances than a Shaq album wit his nex joint too yo. Watch for that shit. Son aint pullin no punches. Also he one of the latest niggas to hop into that bucket of marshmallows they callin a label wit them Young Money niggas. Wayne really buildin a army of cupcakes over there son. Anyways yo...between this nigga n Sista Soulja we got a New Jack City II joint n we gettin a Juice remake....tell me this is jus unnecessary hatin still son.
Aight peace.
Totally unrelated to all this shit yo...but raps Chandler Bing is back wit another effeminate ass hook on this shit rite here. I swear yall muthafuckas is still makin excuses for this nigga. But thats right Aubrey back...Aubrey back..... Aint like the song is wack as fuck but this nigga should be makin any normal heterosexual dude uncomfortable wit this croonin shit by now forreal. Like forreal forreal son.
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