Gyant Unplugged

Oh Drake. You cocky fan beating bastard!

Y’all know I don’t fux with Drake. Well let me take that back. My only problem with Drake is that the music industry, I feel, has given him a pass. The artist who I lovingly call Hammerhead, you know because he looks two months shy of a severe case of down syndrome, isn’t all that talented to me. I didn’t see it 5 years ago when nobody knew his name, and I met him. And the same reigns true today.

His swag is corny, he can’t dance, he’s barely a singer and yet you all hail him as a musical messiah all because he’s got Lil Wayne’s co-sign. I’m sorry, but I march to the beat of my drum, so I need far more then that to become a fan.

But it seems two Jacksonville didn’t as they tried to get close to the Canadian “entertainer”: [via Fox 30 JAX]

Jeremis claims his lip was busted open after Drake’s bodyguard punched him. “Before I got to say his name, he hit me in the mouth and I fell back,” he said. Jeremis started to call Drake names when the rapper pushed his friend away. “He never put his hands on Drake. He never made a fist toward the security guard for them to hit him that hard,” said Soriano’s friend.

And it continued after both of them were escorted out of the club. “Drake went to get on the bus and he flicked me off and said ‘F— You, you are nothing,’” said Soriano’s friend.

“They are just regular people with a little more money than us,” said Soriano.

“I don’t even want to hear his songs on the radio.”

Personally I believe it. Clubs can go from zero to ass whooping in two seconds flat. I say we all meet at Piedmont park and throw a Drake bonfire. Who’s with me?

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