Fuck Harvey Levin and anybody that loves his celebrity news website. First you prematurely pronounce the impending death of Lil Wayne (Weezy Forgives. We Don't.) and then you try to link the horrific actions of one of the Boston Marathon culprits to our culture? "DEAD BOMBING SUSPECT: HEAVY INTO HIP HOP" You don't say? It's 2013 and most kids are into rap music. We've been penetrated pop culture, you cock suckers. "What's interesting... hip-hop lyrics are notoriously violent and often degrading to women." So our music is at fault in this tragedy? Let's be clear the only bombs my culture cosigns is DJ Funkmaster Flex's sound effects. Thirty Mile Zone is prone to post anything to get traffic. Fuck dude and his coffee cup. Get you a Rap Radar cup and drink with us in the winner's circle.
Oh Miguel. Leg droppin your fans? You ain't Hulk Hogan and that wasn't part of the program. That's no way to treat the adoring ladies, brother.
Included in GQ‘s “Men Of The Year” issue is Odd Future’s Frank Ocean. They covered his rise to fame, his letter and sexuality. Full Ocean-ography here.
GQ: So do you consider yourself bisexual?
Frank Ocean: You can move to the next question. I’ll respectfully say that life is dynamic and comes along with dynamic experiences, and the same sentiment that I have towards genres of music, I have towards a lot of labels and boxes and shit. I’m in this business to be creative—I’ll even diminish it and say to be a content provider. One of the pieces of content that I’m for fuck sure not giving is porn videos. I’m not a centerfold. I’m not trying to sell you sex. People should pay attention to that in the letter: I didn’t need to label it for it to have impact. Because people realize everything that I say is so relatable, because when you’re talking about romantic love, both sides in all scenarios feel the same shit. As a writer, as a creator, I’m giving you my experiences. But just take what I give you. You ain’t got to pry beyond that. I’m giving you what I feel like you can feel. The other shit, you can’t feel. You can’t feel a box. You can’t feel a label. Don’t get caught up in that shit. There’s so much something in life. Don’t get caught up in the nothing. That shit is nothing, you know? It’s nothing. Vanish the fear.
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Lol that might really answered that bi sexual question with some b.s
Q: “So do you consider yourself bisexual?”
A: “Umm…. Heebidy heebidy bingo babble babble fuck twut monkey burgo reeble reeble bang bang zhablooie bong booga booga wak wak wak wak wak ching bunkadabloo. Shing bakibak. Rapacindo plopadopilous. Gablamapo. Sherman.”
hahaha
LONGEST EXPLAINATION I EVER HEARD….FOR BEING GAY AND LIKING DICK
this nigga ain’t gay… Gay niggas be doin’ gay shit; ain’t nobody ever say the saw him doing any homosexual activities. He gettin’ $$$ off this shit.lol
That was a long way around to make a point Frank but I understand.
Well Huh
The faggot
SO IS HE TRYING TO SAY IT WAS ALL A PUBLICITY STUNT? CALLED IT
So you put up the GQ Feature and the only part of the article you put up is the Bisexual Question?!?!? Wtf is up with yall?!?!?
I’ll take that as a no.
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