I’ll never give up my love for DMX (which strangely seems like one of my whitest of white-boy traits) regardless of the many many times he’s sort of shown himself to be a political reactionary [WHAT], a lawbreaker [WHAT], or sort of a cultural dumbass [WHAT] — because I’ve always dug his music, his bigger than life persona, and of course all those movies he did where he thought he knew karate.
Oh Anthony Anderson.. how are you still getting work?
Or to put it another way — Romeo Must Die is my shyt, and I’ll fight anyone who tries change the channel when it’s on.
But then there are times when X is simply Earl Simmons, and stuff like this happens:
Welcome to 2012, dog. [WHAT]
Ahhh, I ain’t mad atcha.