Can you guess which topic rocked the vote yesterday? That's right...

"What if I wrote this post as an angry white rapper... suckas."

Why do you all hate me?

Okay, here are the ground rules. I am just going to sit down and type whatever comes into my head. The only thing I have planned is to make it a diss track against Blogger.com for being on the fritz yesterday.

This is going to be painful.

Son, here is my glock/
'n here comes my spiel/
You better pay attention/
'Cause this shit is for real/
I ain't Clara Peller/
You know where my beef is/
I better not hear no Richie Cunningham/
"Oh, sorry. Gee whiz."/
'Cause this IS a throwdown/
And I AM constructing it/
You weren't actin' right/
Now you're gonna get hit/
When it comes to all this mess/
I'm just like Nostradamus/
You be out there running scared/
I'm with Luda in the Bahamas./
You think you my only option/
Come on, bitch, please..../
I make one call/
Typepad be here on her knees./
You ain't Rick James/
And I ain't a bitch./
You are hiding out/
While I'm getting rich./
Don't try denyin'/
I'm like a Supernova/
Think about steppin' to me/
And this shit'll be over/
I'll take your woman/
And lay her in the clover/
I'll bust her cherry/
I'll fertilize her egg/
I'll put on my trackpants/
And LL Cool J one leg/
Even in a dream, boy/
You better treat me good./
From when you close your eyes/
Until your morning wood./
I am the ruler/
I run this place/
Update my blog properly/
Or I'll bust you in the face.

Wow. That wasn't pretty.

The things I do for you people.

Still, you gotta give me a little love for the "glockenspiel" opening.