This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness

Giant ghostly 50 Cent sees something but doesn't say something.

That's a pretty unfortunate place to overlay an armpit. Nice "Purple Rain" font, though.

These days in elementary school, if your teacher catches you with dirty doodles on the inside of your Math book, you don't report to the principal's office- you're put in contact with an aspiring rapper.

Okay. One, I hate DJ Clue because he blabbers all over every track on his mixtapes. Secondly, MarkerFeltWide? Not listening to this one.

Drake gets his mugshot taken in Andy's Room.

I hope this album has nothing to do with Buckner & Garcia.

Fabolous and Nelly lost to two old ladies at canasta in Gainesville, Florida, but they shouldn't feel so bad- those women are vicious.

"Aw man, Cee-Lo gets to be fire, Big Gipp is smoke or wind or whatever, and Khujo gets to be water, but I gotta be dirt? That ain't right, man. That ain't right."

K-Ci and JoJo wonder why it's taking so long for their table to be seated, but the host doesn't have the heart to tell them they're sitting in a Raymour & Flanigan store.

After securing a blimp and a permit, Lloyd Banks prepares to cross one item off his bucket list: urinate on the Chrysler Building.

Some facial hair looks like the hobo symbol for 'gentleman.'

"Now where did I put my overwrought self importance? I know I left it here somewhere..."

Sean Kingston learns to never print his album cover from a Kinko's color copier.

I'm really not sure where to begin here. The two guys wading in beer? The stripper silhouette and the two O's in 'BLOOD' accidentally making a cock and balls? The cheapo Zazzle t-shirts? You tell me.

You may have heard that many of the Warren Commission records on the JFK assassination have still been sealed and are to be released in 2017. When they are, you will find that it was Jackie Kennedy in a hoochie club outfit who was actually shot in a blaze of Pepto pills and playing cards. True story.

Snoop Lion and his kids joylessly release an album together as a "family bonding experience." Both of the kids are so embarrassed that they wear their training pants over their faces. 

I'm not sure where in Flatbush you can find a freestanding house, much less one with nice siding and nice storm windows. Cheer up, fellas. You scored a great rental!

Rapsody should know not to linger near basketball hoops for an album cover, thanks to Top Dog: