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11/1/2006

K-Fed and eldritch horrors..

Filed under: — Katsushiro @ 6:09 pm

So.. K-Fed’s new album just dropped. Why do I care? I don’t. But the reviews on Amazon.com are so worth the read. Here’s my favorite:

I write this with little time left,I just hope my message can be heard. Being an industry insider,I was given an early advance copy of the album,a right fought for,sometimes physically,by many of my peers. Like many of the poor doomed fools below,at first I thought I had experienced a reawakening of my love for music after years of dishing out generic pablum,a replenishing of my joie d’vive. But I was wrong.
Soon after,I started having trouble sleeping,I’d awake with a start with an irrestible urge to get down,and I imagined I saw the CD emanating a slight luminescence from my coffee table. Soon I realized I wasn’t imagining. Woe to those who dwell and delight in the mad piping of the demon flutes that encircle the crazed god Azathoth! Would that I had not let the Mad Arab’s warnings on the dangers of Playing With Fire go unheeded! My family is gone,deserting me in my K-Fed crazed atrocities,and now too late I’ve realized my folly,and can hear the howling and snapping of Federline’s thousand jaws unnamed and unnameable,tearing the last remnants of my sanity,Ia!Shub-niggorath!Ia!
5 stars!


3 Responses to “K-Fed and eldritch horrors..”

  1. Monster Says:

    I thought for a sec that might have been written by Absu….although he has better spelling. Then I saw the comments, and I almost feel sorry for the guy. Lotsa hate there.

  2. Hussy Says:

    *tear*

  3. Hussy Says:

    Been on the west coast all my life,
    in love with her just like my wife,
    and in love with the Hennessey every damn night,
    hooked up with B— it’s about to get right.

    It’s going down like a fresh pair of panties,
    Cab looked better than a couple pair of Grammy’s.
    You understand me, the city is mine,
    so I do like the roll, I twist and wind.

    Grab your purse, hop in the two seater,
    I’ve got a stash spot big enough to fit two heaters,
    One for me, and one for my girl,
    Bonnie and Clyde ready to conquor the whole world.

    I got Gucci on, she got Prada,
    She calls me daddy, but she’s not my daughter,
    And I’m not her father, I’m just a mack,
    I got tired of drugs so I switched to rap, like that.
    —————————————————————-

    Oh my!

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