wtf

i’ve recently been swapping hip hop albums at the used record store since i missed much of the non-singles from albums released before college. it’s a pretty fun thing--like doing research with a professor who uses lots of profanity. a few days ago i traded for capital punishment, the dirty version. every song has the sweet, sweet cursing that i expect aside from “still not a player”, which was the clean radio version. what’s the use of buying the record if i can’t listen to a five hundred pound cassanova rap about his six foot dick? for all i know, you couldn’t measure his kayak with six rulers. i mean, i like boats and all. but i like lyrical integrity more.