TC: LMAO!!! Dr. Simmons is gonna kick y’alls asses!
Jeff: Ha! He has to get out of custody first…
Point taken.
X and the fuzz have been like peas and carrots for 2008 in ITS ENTIRITY and no measly coke palace of Scott Storch’s was going to prevent them from reuniting with their property. Come to think of it, the Tuff Jew has been less than orderly this year as well. It’s bout time these two get back together and ask the Almighty for another sign instead of…well…doing whatever it is they were doing when Earl got snitched on knocked.
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*dead*
^ what they said
Excuse me whilst I LMFAO
Storch should’ve stayed with the Roots.
Sooo wrong lol.
Cocaine is a helluva drug…
My theory with DMX is as follows.
Before he got famous, he was a semi-addict wanna be rapper.
One day he came home from barking at lamp posts or running around the park in Dickies and unlaced Timbs (or whatever pre-rap X did) and saw that he had a voicemail. He was frantic and nervous and thought it might be the record label so in true DMX fashion he paced up and down trying to figure it all out and preparing for someone else to say “You’re not a fucking dog. Your demo sucks.”
But he still couldn’t bring himself to push play so he figured “Fuck it, I’ll get high first.” and pulled out some saran-wrap coke he had on him, layed it out abruptly, but he was nervous and sweating and shaking, so he did a terrible job of cutting the shit up before snorting the shit.
Rewind and freeze frame. A bead of sweat fractured off his nose, into the coke, and formed a lump that shot up his nostril and got cocooned in mucus in his sinus area. After he listened to the message on the phone and found out he got signed, and they liked his demo, his snorted the rest of the shit, moving our little lump of coke up his head into his brain, where it remained safely nested, and proceeded to randomly shoot out cocaine laced brain fluid every now and again, causing him to bark and scream more and more as though he was getting deafer.
In 2006, the mucus sack burst releasing the remaining fermented coke in his head, and now he’s all fucked up.
It’s not the drug u do, but how u do it.
Peace and increase.