Ayo whattup. You back in the presence of the grand imperial Cocaine Biceps aka the Muhammad Ali of this blog shyt aka the Leonardo Da Vinci of this blog shyt aka the muthafukkin Dalai Lama of this blog shyt namsayin. And yo...I aint got no problems wit none of yall other rap blog nikkas but I WILL fukk ya whole shyt up if it comes down to it nahmean. Jus based offa principle n shyt. Like I told yall before...yall aint got enough beans in ya maracas to rumba wit the god. But lemme get into the shyt I came here to do... By now yall short attention span havin ass nikkas probably got a chance to listen to that Dedication 4 joint by that rodeo clown Weezy. Listen b... I was a fan of this gremlin faced muthafukka at one time too. But it comes a point when nikkas jus get caught up in they own hype n stop tryin. nikkas lose they hunger n jus be throwin they shyt in cruise control n think they gon be stittin on top of the world no matter how corny they shyt get. nikkas try to milk a cow that aint grazin in the meadows n shyt. You aint respectin the art it aint gon respect you. I aint gon give this shyt no track by track breakdown tho cuz that shyt crazy unnecessary b. Imma save yall a lot of wonderin n tell you right now...this shyt is trash b. So heres how this shyt go...
Aight so...son dont start rhymin til 39 seconds into this muthafukkin ...by 56 seconds in that nikka Tunechi already nutted on a broads face, licked it off n ate her from the back. I aint bullshyttin or tryin to be funny or none of that...thats what the nikka spit right out the gate b. I guarantee you this dude got STDs they aint even discovered yet b.. Nasty ass muthafukka out there jus smashin these hoes wit his GSD (Garbage dikk Syndrome) infested self...no condom on...jus cookin up a STD jambalaya wit these hoes. Then he got those same C4 struggle bars back up on this muthafukka talmbout "I be ballin on these nikkas...Sports Illustrated"...
How this the same dude who rhymed on Carter 2 n Dedication 2 or Drought 3 son?? Whoever penned them shyts need to come back n help this muthafukka out. Im sayin this shyt is like a collection of all the worst punchlines known to man. shyt makes J Coles worst bars sound like some shyt Black Thought wrote. "I make that bytch come til she come to a conclusion..." Cmon Dwayne... Big L rollin in his grave talmbout "But nikkas shot ME???" How bout... "Im ill as an illusion...got Bs like a student" Man...fukk. outta. here. b. You cant be serious bruh. Or how bout..."She cant wait to take her drawers off like braces"... Im sayin yo.... is you even tryin Dwayne? Like when you play that shyt back on ya bedazzled headphones...is you hearin what Im hearin son? N Im only on track 2 b! The fukk is wrong wit you son? "Got two bytches off Twitter...Tweedle Dee n Tweedle Dum"??? Son need to get 10,000% the fukk outta here wit this shyt bruh....."She say Wayne on me Wayne on me cuz yo ass be drizzlin"??? ...I give up bruh. And who this Lil Mouse nikka? What ass did this little nikka crawl outta n how many more of these little muthafukkas do Dwayne got in his stash b? How he breedin so many these little no talent ass havin garbage can dwellin muthafukkas. I jus wanna stomp that muthafukka out like a 3 legged roach before he grow up to get face tats n carry on this nikkas legacy b.
As yall probably expected... Nicki had to come wit that "contoversial" shyt talmbout...she "Republican votin for Mitt Romney"
Of course this turned into some "I was jus speakin as a character" shyt a couple days later after her publicist heard the shyt. Nothin against Nicki ol wack ass...but she need to chill wit all the gimmicks...that shyt aint cute. These YMCMB muthafukkas got more novelties than talent. Straight up...
Then Young Eeyore hisself aka Drake-Lite aka Diggy Simmon's arch-nemesis Jermaine Cole comes n blesses us wit his Mazda bars. I dont got nothin against son but he a mayo sandwich b. Like technically he a sandwich...but its a whole lotta shyt missin from that. I forgot sons entire verse WHILE I was listenin to this shyt b. Jus...naw....
Anyways I aint gon keep talkin bout this joint...Imma jus give yall that final rating for this fukkshyt. Summa the beats is dope...obviously. But thats cuz its a mixtape n son got other nikkas hottest beats all over this shyt. N then he drops his lyrical turds all over em n disrespects ya intelligence. fukk this shyt b...its way too many rhymes bout eatin ass n box on this muthafukka too. Have some composure Dwayne...damn. When it aint that its a whole nother problem wit the level of burnin diapers on this shyt yo. How Gudda Gudda murder you on ya own mixtape shyt b? How the fukk you gettin bodied by Gudda Gudda b? Like he spittin more tolerable shyt than you on this muthafukka son. Anyways yo...Wayne been suckin on the dikk of limited talent for a hot minute now b. Its time somebody reintroduced him to that lean...we need that pre-Carter 3 nikka who use to slaughter these beats without soundin like a straight dikkhead. This shyt tho...naw.. I dont fukk wittit like that. I rather knock some Cyhi mixtapes bruh. Reasonable Doubt track 8 tho...
Aight peace.
1.5 Zeus slaps outta 5
