Tell me how my ass taste.
What is up with Kobe and Shaq that would make Shaq write a rap dissing Kobe and asking him to tell him how his ass taste? I am guessing that it taste like shit, but I could be wrong. It might taste like peanut butter for all I know. What I do know is that if you eat ass, you could catch hepatitis C. Did you know that? I don’t really know if that’s true, but while I was in Austin I heard a comedian say that this girl wouldn’t eat his ass until he’d been tested for hepatitis C. I figured is a comedian says it, it has to be true.
Anyway, back to Shaq and his weak ass, free style, rap. Sounds like sour grapes to me. Get over it, bitch. Nobody can be the cause of your marriage breaking up but you and your wife. Hell, if Kobe’s was able to survive the allegation of rape, then yours should have been able to survive whatever drama Kobe started regarding it. Face it, big man, you wanted out of the relationship and now you are using Kobe as a scapegoat, which is fine. You do you, just don’t be a bitch about it!
So now Maricopa County Sheriff, Joe Arpaio, has taken back the honorary deputy badges that he bestowed on to Shaq a couple of years back. Sheriff Arpaio, who is known for feeding in-mates green bologna and making them wear pink underwear, says he could not condone such conduct or the use of racial sayings. He says that he would have fired any one of his deputies for less. (who knew that Shaq had once served as a reserve officer with the Miami Beach Police Department?)
Shaq told ESPN that his rap was all in good fun, no harm no fowl. I my opinion he should have known that white folks don’t get black folk humor; unless it be Chris Rock. Let us not forget that it was a white journalist that thought that knuckle bump, what I now like to call the Barack O’bump, was some kind of terrorist hand gesture between Obama and his wife. Plus, words are powerful and, like it or not, Shaq is a role model to someone out there. It is sad, but when you are in a position where you are going to get a lot of exposure, especially during this age of media, you have to temper your fun with a little bit of common since. Words have power and one wants to know how your ass taste. Just like no one wanted to know that I had a hemorrhoid, but I am not famous, so I get away with it.
“Kobe, tell me how my ass taste.” If I was Kobe I’d have responded by saying, “Yo, Shaq, tell your wife to give yo dick back.”
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Tell Me How My Ass Taste
Tell me how my ass taste.