Okay, "amateur rappers" may not be the perfect designation, but it's close. They're the people who walk around campus listening to music (sometimes this fact is displayed by gigantic headphones that make the people look like they're listening to sonar). But! Not just any music. No. It's rap. But it's not that that makes them so annoying. Of course not. I may not like rap, but I'm not going to begrudge anyone the right to listen to it. Until they start to rap (sing?) along. At the top of their voice. While they're walking along not fifteen feet from me.
To these people: no one cares that you know every last lyric to whatever Jay-Z (more like Gay-Z, amirite?) song, or whatever Dr Dre (more like Dr Gay, amirite?) song, or whatever Ja Rule (more like Ja Gay, amirite?), or whatever Lil Wayne (more like Gay Wayne, amirite?) (I can keep doing this all day long). No. One. Cares. Just stop.
Seriously, because rap's lyrics are shite.
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Hey man, that shit is off the hook. You don't even know.
Fo' shizzle, bitch.
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