Today’s installment of Gangsta-Ass Monday focuses on education and shit. This instructional video will show you how to become an instructional hustler. Bitches will listen to you. Bitches will follow your directions. It’s like Simon Says, but for bitches.
[Author’s Note: Bitches and cars.]
This is my thing that came out of my thing before my other thing came out of my thing. He’s holding his very first shank, as I prepare to jump him in. (Taken with instagram)
Hella important shit going on here.
The RZA confirms departure from Wu-Tang Clan, announcing new affiliation with…um…Vu-Tang Clan, possibly U-Tang Clan or I guess Whatever The Fuck Letter That’s Supposed to Look Like-Tang Clan. Sources close to the Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah say the change came about when his chessboxing trainer shamefully tried to run game on a nigga, The opponent was later identified as a distant cousin of Shymeek from 212 who had got bust two times in his head, word is bond.
Do you hate Facebook’s “new” Timeline feature? GOOD NEWS! You can disable it! Your haterism, that is. All you have to do is be more like me! (This should have been your New Years’ Resolution, anyway.) Don’t hate the player, play its game. Use it to your advantage. Record meaningful life events, add photographs to enhance their meaningfulness among the events of your life’s most meaningful of event photographs.
Visual representation of “deep web” content stored within my neural network. Black, blue; Christian, Jew; see, I’m rapping—and so can you! Fine. I’m white.
Please do not mention this at my memorial service.
Wu-Tang Flan, because pudding is all up on some inexplicable gangsta shit.
IS FOR THE CHILDREN!
It’s Gangsta-Ass Monday, and I don’t really need to add a caption, or do anything else for that matter, because I pay the rent around here.
(Source: ajamars)
Lil’ Odin is my four-year-old son’s third-best nickname, so I can only assume he somehow managed to get a record deal behind my back. Probably sold his soul to Jesus, just to make a name for himself. Jesus is going to be way pissed when He finds out that this soul is actually my soul…and it’s been in the clearance bin right outside Valhalla for at least six years now. Nobody wants to buy it because it’s cursed with rap stardom. Obviously.
I think I worked with this guy at Intel.
DJ Cornholio needs O.P.P. for his booty-hole!!!
