Chase Stacks send me a message though the teletron that is myspace.com.
And boy, what a message.
And I thought I had a big ego, let’s see “Im your favorite rapper regardless of what kinda music u like or any other reasons to deny it. lol.. Plus im just an awsome dude.”
How delightful for you Chase, unfortunately for you, I despise rappers and consider them the scum of the Earth, and look forward to the day we finally get to cleanse society for you useless hate-indulging, moronic, incompetent, partly-literate, post-modern poets of shame and utter pillocks.
Still, I am, if nothing else, a deeply honest man, so I’ll listen to your “music”.
You fitly little bard.
“Rep my city” sounds pretty much as every other rap poetry I’ve ever heard. I’m having a few problems actually figuring out what the hell your friends and you are actually singing, but hey.
I heard “Vancouver”, so based on that, I must presume it’s a lengthy ode to Vancouver’s public parks.
“Turn it up” starts with decent techno, then goes into the usual generic rap “beat”. I could hear the word “paper”, so this must a poem about how the modern Paper industry’s burning down the rainforest.
I could be wrong.
“Keep it dropping on them” has a lot of niggers in it. Apparently.
“So Fly” starts like the three before it.
Apparently this one is about the despicable Fox Hunts of Upper Class Great Britain. And apparently they owe him money.
“I’m going to shine” starts the same way the theme to Warcraft II does. Which as a horrible nerd, I find hilarious.
This one is a romantic ballad about how utter miserable he (The Artist) was when his girlfriend OD’ed on drugs or whatever the hell people like you do when you’re not polluting the world with your ego and awful music.
“Walk with me” makes my ears scream out, like a billion voices screamed and where suddenly silenced.
Apparently it’s just a Prayer, not in the Gothic style, more like the “Generic American bullshit” style.
“Private Dancer” starts slightly different, but ends the same. And is the same.
And it’s about him wanting a stripper. How delightful. A return to form.
“Wife girl”starts like a song from The Sims.
I can’t do this, why the hell did you make this crap Chase? Why the hell did you decided to become a rapper? The Sex? The Drugs? The fucking money?
Enjoy sucking the tit of the mediocracy you useless generic piece of biological waste.
“I’ve got to live mine” has a fucking piano! Holy shit! The most advanced rap I’ve heard so far.
Still fucking horrible. Also, apparently in this one he wants money from someone or something or other.
Who the fuck cares?
“Let’s go” is the final song he has graced us with, and Thank the Dark Gods for that.
Listening to it makes me want to murder small nations, like Lichenstein.
Chase, you whore of a Stereotype, I sincerely hope you will have your success, and you will become a big “White rapper”.
And I fucking hope you get caught with cocaine, end up in jail, and get raped by the Fascist fuckers there.
Enjoy your future.
As either a hopelessly generic rapper, regular joe or anal-rape every night mate.
Or perhaps you’ll listen and become something original and interesting.
Ha, fat chance, you probably wont even read this.
You loser.
And to turn off the hatetrain:
Yeah, just chill out.