The Case for Euthanasia
Phat props and Ricky Martinz! Yo, bitches, we all dat! We live in suburbs, y’all bamas! All the ladies call me Grand Poobah of Huntington Acres and on the left here is MC Umbro Drawers. On the right, yo, it’s Barry Sanders! Yo, just kiddin’, yo; it’s really my brother Kevin. Ladies! Icy Hot Stuntaz Land is open, so who needs a ticket? Shit, ho’s we be pimpin’ and we’ll come give you a fly ride in the converted Chevy Tahoe that my dad gave us– I mean that we bought with all our cheese from pimpin and slangin’ ‘caine. Or maybe Kevin can come get you on the ATV. Damn, we ballin’. I gots to slap me a trick.
Dear parents of the Icy Hot Stuntaz: Next time please use a condom. Or drink antifreeze.
Dear Snoopy Diggity Dawg: These are the people who buy your albums.
Read about their criminal records, their 10-times platinum album and their various Pep-Boys-kitted shitboxes here. Note also that they’re the “Icy Hot Stuntaz,” but that their extra-pimpin’ Geocities site is …/icyhotstunaz/. Gud werk boyz. Yu are rappers stars! Pimp! Bia bia!