Dead Perez #1

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Yeah snitches, live from HollyHood, CA, it’s me, Perez. Dead Perez. And yes, I am bigger than hip-hop you fags. You might see me but you won’t see me. Understand? Cos I’m mad incognito like that. Hey you, yeah you, rapper dude, I’m watching you. You’re not safe ‘cos I’m Dead Perez and I’m up in the clubs, up in your studio, up in your mom’s crib. I’m up in everything and I’m spilling beans, I’m pouring hot sauce on your beans then I’m eating your motherfucking hot sauce flavored beans and spitting them all out into the ether.

Please believe that this week I’m all up in the B.I. of the shouty NY rapper with the cross-dressing lover in Europe, or the now California based rapper who picked up ghostwriting duties for KanYe after Yeezy did Rhymefest like Dre did Royce, or the ATLanta rapper who got caught in the car with the teenage boy, or the rapper who was rejected by the WWE for using steroids, or even the extremely hard rapper who once sent a private message to a member of the Fat Lace team instructing them that they remove their post about him bumraping another rapper with a bat.

I’m even up in the business of the self-styled revolutionary rapper that constantly refers to his tough upbringing who actually went to a nice school in Manhattan and had a John Connor in Terminator 2 hairdoo.

Can u guess who he is?

So what’s up with Kanye and Amber suddenly hitting the catwalks and going all Donatella. I Guess Brand Ye is bigger than the music now huh? Saying that, Kamber (it’s not easy making a Brangelina out of those two) make a nice couple, if that’s his mommy replacement so be it, even if she is a blonde dykey looking replacement. But who am I to deny someone happiness.

Oh hang, I have every fucking right. I’m Dead Fucking Perez.

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