Showing posts with label Rappin' 4-Tay. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 2, 2024

This Year in Hip Hop Awfulness


It's easy to damage a car you don't own.


This resembles a game you play in Chrome when the internet is down.


Tron Light Sycle + Eevee + futuristic landcape = ????

I don't understand it but I like it.


You gotta feel bad for a manager who books a rapper for a show and the guy gets raptured.


My kitchen counter before I got a cutting board.


Not a very effective eye chart if you already know every one is Erick the Architect.


Not often you see a hip hop Mona Lisa reference.


A Texas / New York Merged State seems like it would have a huge population. Not sure which way it would vote, though.


This is confusing. A mixtape cover that looks like a photo of a CD? What am I listening to, then?


Good. Keeping shoes off of the bed, at least.

Friday, September 8, 2023

This Week in Hip Hop Awfulness

 


A bit literal, aren't we?


JPEGMAFIA is always wonderfully weird. Or weirdly wonderful.


Yes, this is a real mixtape cover. A++++


The opposite of leg warmers.


It's so weird that I know exactly who that is from the drawing.


A note: mixtape covers with a goat on it saying you're the GOAT is no longer original. If everyone is the GOAT, NO ONE IS.

Thursday, July 28, 2022

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness


Oh look. Gorillaz are back!


Jesus. Who around here hasn't contaminated the crime scene?



"Excuse me, when you're finished soaking your nasty toes, can I wash my goddamn hands?"


I'm not sure if this is an old mixtape (see the rappers' names) or if this is a purposeful throwback with old mixtape design. Any guesses?


One of the fun things about big compilations like this is that you get to see how thrilled everyone is to be there.


A scarecrow for when you want to scare off fans of non-preachy rap.


The cashier at Wawa was not impressed.


Oh cool. A pharmaceutical sorority. I had a friend who joined one of those in college. She didn't rap, though.


His ancestors lay down some legendary farts.


R.I.P. Vern Troyer, who appeared in one of the illest rap videos.

Friday, June 10, 2022

Let's Use Excessive IG Filters On The EADJ Mail Sack!

Submitted by Mig via text:

"This rapping DJ looks like she hangs out at Jabba's palace."

Friday, July 24, 2020

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness



"I'm dead and I still can't quit smoking."


Keep your eyes on the road Soulja Boy, or you might miss discovering a new dance.


Not sure what this is, but my inner 14 year old loves it.


"Yeah, blur it out so we can sell records, but don't blur it so much that you can't tell what I'm doing with my fingers. Also, put that giant red dinner plate behind me."


I legit thought this was The Mask for a second.


I'm guessing Pluto is heaving a sigh of relief here.


No lay? Fine (boo hoo).


An overenthusiastic cake decorator decided to put everything they've ever seen onto your wedding cake.

Friday, August 11, 2017

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness


This is only slightly more offensive than the actual Barbie dolls.


My desert island album: not this mixtape.


The new iPhone 8 is going to be so expensive, you're better off talking into a stack of hunnids.


Fiber. And the printed word.


I swear I think I see Luanne Platter's ass from "King of the Hill" in there somewhere.


Oh, don't remind me of that awful Mark Wahlberg "Planet of the Apes" movie.


I imagine not being able to understand a word he raps.


Okay, can we all just agree that a shot of a rapper blowing smoke isn't creative anymore? It's about as edgy and interesting as a steaming bowl of oatmeal. Yay, oatmeal.

Monday, July 10, 2017

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness


Berner & Styles P were delighted that the IKEA cafeteria offered plates of broccoli.


Eric finished his album cover and then returned the safety scissors to Ms. Hannigan's desk.


"You called a Lyft?"


Soulja Boy not only is a terrible rapper - he also has trouble storing his money and thinks airport runways are good places to park.


When Party City doesn't have licensed Star Wars costumes, Kent Jones is forced to wear "Death Space Villain."


In my old man experience, any album that has the word "purp" or "trap" automatically sucks.
And so far, I haven't been wrong.


Somebody mixed their Allegra with their ketamine.


Guess what his favorite movie is (it rhymes with "Spar Trace")?


No regrets at all, B? Not even the man bun?