July 9th 2010.
Mark that date down in your diaries or on your calenders as they day that the Chambray shirt or jacket/Barry chinos or jeans/Brogues or Sperrys era of male fashion which has dominated both da streetz and internet fashion sites over the last 12 months or so took two to the dome from a killer who bellowed "YU'LL NE'ER TEK UUZ, ALEEVE, COPP-AH!!" and hastily retreated into rural woodland. All y'all off-trend motherfuckers were pronounced dead at the scene before the ambulance even arrived because from this day foward, if you're not sporting a mohawk, a skin-tight sleeveless orange muscle-shirt, black jeans, and white trainers like Newcastle's most famous redhead since Spuggy from Byker Grove then, please, just stay in the house where we don't have to see you and your dated clothing, you repulsive nugget of prarie dog shite.
All these hoes take my kids and tell the po-po I'm a brute
/got the spandex t-shirt the same color Tropicana orange juice
Yeeeeeaaaaah!!! - We clap or die, copper
You're probably rolling your eyes and thinking to yourself that the Fashion Po-leese should also take pursuit of Raoul for his soooo obvious and passe Travis Bickle mohawk, and we'd agree with you if we honestly thought some juiced-up ape from Newcastle who lost his marbles over a 'yatch (Money.Over.Bitches, son) had ever seen Taxi Driver in the first place. No, Raoul's mohawk works on the level that he imagines he looks like this :
Oblivious to the fact that he actually looks like this :
This would probably be a good oppurtunity to post something Cop Killer by Body Count or something by pig-blasting rappers like Cool C or Steady B (preferably Juice Crew Dis or Just Call Us Def), but I'd prefer to end today's post with Wet Wipes by Cam'Ron which simply featured his "no singer, b/sling Heavy D/ready-rock/kill-a-cop, Steady B" line instead.
Cam'Ron - Wet Wipes