This is what I deserve. I spent many a text making fun of DJ Trackstar for missing Slaughterhouse in Chicago a few weeks ago. So he decided to repay me with this little dose of suicide. I watched “White Boy Clothes” and my eyes jumped out of my face and kicked me in the nards while my ears called for a jihad against my solar plexus for exposing them to this idiocy. Read the rest of this entry »