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May 5, 2000
Will the real Doctor Dre please stand up?.

I thought that was funny, given the current single out by Dr. Dre's current bleached prodigy Eminem. If you don't get the title go spend at least 48 hours watching MTV, then when you've retured wearing your baggy pants and $400 pair of shoes with your new Fubu shirt, we'll laugh together. Don't get me wrong, I like him for the simple fact that he entertains me. So many fucking performers think that the can stand still or depend on a pretty face to make you or I like them. I, however, am giddy from gimmick acts. As short lived as the usually are. I like him because he's funny as shit.

I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms is too hairy to hide
(Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!)
YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!)

Eminem
My Name Is.

I respect anyone who announces that he lived in a trailer and rubs fake ass cheeks in the face of the pseudo Backstree Boy

So, the whole reason I'm babbling about hip hop in the first place is Dana's quandry.

Yes, Dana. There are two Dr. Dre's. The initial difference between the two being the spelling. The badass nigga with an attitude (former NWA member) being spelled Dr. Dre. The large fat MTV Yo! MTV raps co-host being the one that never moved from the couch during the entire show, but always had a fine girl on that great rolling expanse he called a lap. Proceed to the evidence below.

Dr. Dre


Doctor Dre

Now Dana, I hope you feel better. It took quite awhile to find pictures of his fat ass on the web. Good thing I'm inebriated.

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