For real tho… Weezy might ride the pony, but but he’s not what i’m talkin’ bout. I mean cats that are so open with it that you don’t confuse it with anything else.

you might like it, but one day Fonz and his ghostwriters gon’ slide some heat with so many homo-erotic double entendres that Rhymefest will become a suicide bomber. and we’ll have to give it up for him.

I’m just serious.

That rapper already exists!

His name is Lil’ Wa…..

Fonz is a pioneer of Queen Rap or Peacock Rap= sexually quentionable cats that spit with so much lispy effiminate ego they’re practically primpin’ and staring in a mirror on a track. It’s like swag with a switch in the hip and a borderline neck-roll flow.

It’s comin’ y’all. and all the “pasues” and nohomo’s inthe world ain’t gonna stop it.

Now if it ain’t Fonzworth or X or Diddy (shoulda been Brat, but that’s another story) it’ll be some cat that’s prolly killin’ it in a gay clubs building his audience up right now.

‘member the kid in high school that you called a sissy and he said, “whateva nigga you juss scared!”… Yeah, that guy’s gonna start unloading 16s on the game—and nice 16s at that. And they’re gonna be hot enough that you’ll have no choice but to sit back and be mad uncomfortable about it.

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*dies*

I need one of those joints. Cats be looking at my funny when I’m bumping Chromeo.