The gauntlet has been thrown down by 40 DIESEL and I accept the challenge.
Let’s get a NIKE iD Air Max design cage match poppin’ off up in this piece. Fuck it. It’s something to do. We can get this shit going on like some gladiators in the colosseum, except no one gets hurt and nothing gets broken but y’all feelings after I pwn y’all bitches!
The Dallas Penn Dot Com x NIKE iD Air Max Design Battle
As I get closer to wrapping up this series of all the super heroines that I have gotten my rub out on to I see that I am mostly infatuated by redheads. It could be because my great-grandfather was a mick whose last name was O’LOUGHLIN. It could be because my mom is a redhead ([ll] to any and all Oedipal ideas). Truth is that it’s prah’lee because redheads are so effing sexy inside of the comic book universe. They are beautiful. They are powerful. They are compelling. They are kick ass hot.
Jean Grey was going to be my wife for years because I knew that nigga Cyclops wasn’t hitting her right. Actually, I think I realized with Jean Grey that some women are just like wild stallions. You can ride them for a while, but eventually they have to break free and run off. These are the types of chicks I have dated all my life. Bawdy, hussy broads that stepped hard when they walked into a room.
Jean Grey was a hot stepper herself, especially though when she became the Black Queen. The Black Queen was on some serious dominatrix steez. How many of you fanboys wanna make a bet that she pegged Mastermind’s Jason Wyngarde personality after she broke through his metal control. Son was turned out to the tenth power. After that Jean Grey became the dark Phoenix. The Dark Phoenix was sexy as hell, and malevolent as fuck. Think about it. She needed to consume a star just to temporarily satisfy her black hole.
The Dark Phoenix also made me realize the overwhelming feminine aspect of GOD. The universe emerges from a Black Hole. And where do all babies come out of?
The Vatican was just socked with another scandal of a fruitbag priest trying to put his healing hands on another man. These dudes are gonna give Jesus a bad name before too long. I’m almost sure that the man who could turn water into wine wasn’t a freak that way despite spending an inordinate amount of time with the fellas [ll]. The bigger story that these scandals uncover is the diminishing prestige of the Catholic church. People used to really fucks with the Catholic movement, but not so much anymore. Even the popularity of the ‘DaVinci Code’ storyline hasn’t brought in enough followers to stem the tide of defectors.
Could it be a disbelief of religion in general, or a direct indication of the mistrust in how the priesthood has been getting down since like forever?
Who knows, and more importantly, who the fuck cares!? The thing I have noticed is that the Catholic church is no longer the largest real estate owner here in New York City. Columbia University has that distinction. The Archdiocese has been literally uprooted from the settlements of numerous scandals involving deception and faggotry. Mostly faggotry. So in turn they have not just been cutting off the outreach programs like soup kitchens and bingo nights, but they are selling off their land assets one at a time. I’m talking about some of New York City’s most valuable land in the central midtown area of Manhattan island. Pretty soon they are going to have to come up off some of that Egyptian shit they stole thousands of years ago.
After that the Vatican is going to have to rent out the Pope to attend state fairs to sit in the dunk tank and kiss peoples’ bunions for a fee.
I’m listening to the Carter III advance and I’m looking for a sign that Lil’ Wang is going to take over this rap shit. Something to make me shut the fuck up about his rhyming skillset. Something to make me realize how talented this dude supposedly is. I’m just not hearing it though. The beats from the C III preview are some of the best joints that Wayne has ever had to rhyme over. There’s still something that dude is short on. Maybe it’s too much of that syrup in his blood?
There’s a track with Babyface on the hook and Mr.West on the beats. Most people would say that is the sure shot hit, but I don’t feel like Wang goes in hard enough [ll]. There’s another track called ‘Kiss Me Baby’ and just the title make me laugh my ass off. Thank God nowhere on that song did I hear Wayne talk about lip-locking his record label owner and surrogate father. Whew! Then I came up on the real hit on the advance. Lil’ Wang doesn’t even rhyme on this joint. Maybe that’s why it was so good.
Lil’ Wang lets one of his weedcarriers and presumably his best ghostwriter do all the rhyming. That was a good move. The next power move Wang made was to sing, nee sang, like a goofier Akon, or an O.D.B. on the drank. Wang gets wild on some talkbox vocoder type shit that all the kids are doing now, except Wang is perfect for the talkbox like Roger Troutman was because Wang just says whatever is on his mind. Kind of like how I blog on this XXL Mag Dot Com shit.
This is how Lil’ Wang is going to take over the music business. He is going to become the greatest rapper ternt sanger alive. Imagine T-Pain on that HGH with a Maybach space shuttle parked out back by the pool. This shit is about to get crazy. The Black Robin Thicke is Weezy KissyFace and he ain’t playing no more. I expect to hear duets with Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen. Fuck that, Weezy and Madonna in concert together. Madonna Effs Baby. And with that talkbox shit Lil’ Wang can team up with Daft Punk and Donna Summer and bring disco music back. Do you not see the potential of this Carter III R & B album?
I was totally wrong about Lil’ Wang and his Carter III project and this song made me see the light. So put on your shades, your shiny spacesuit and get you a Solo cup of that “Lean”…
