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392 pages, Hardcover
First published March 15, 1987
Mr Velveeta hisself emerges from his lagoon of dicks witta rose in his teeth again to somersault his way thru the hook n start croonin like a even more bitchass version of his usual bitchass self. How this Y chromosome deficient ass nigga is still gettin a pass I cant even tell you b... And yo...why these niggas always so depressin? Even when they braggin n boastin they sound like some emotional hoes. Aint even jus bout that sucker Drake namsayin. The song was wack even before his voice lactated all over it. But still...fuck the day that birthed the bastard who journeyed into that enchanted forest n pulled Drake's cryogenically fozen ass outta the womb of that prehistoric unicorn or whatever kinda magical creature he was found inside of n thawed him out for the world to hear anyways b. Sons been suckin on the same dick of misery n loneliness since So Far Gone. And fuck this song too. This shits like a sonic ejaculation from Lady Gaga's nutsack son. I hope I never hear this shit again b.