I thought really long and hard over whether or not I should touch this. By long and hard, I mean about thirty seconds. Forty five, tops. It’s just that, y’know, it’s kind of obvious DMX has played a lot more with his pipe than his own children lately, but he’s not really of the “funny” crack head variety like Bobby and Whitney, or the crack heads you watch pop, lock, and drop it at the bus stop. He’s more of the this man is crazy, run before he throws piss in a glass at you persuasion.
The hell? What’s good with the growling? Woof, woof? Bark, bark? I guess he is an actor. Maybe he’s auditioning for the Michael Vick biopic early?
“Bam! Bam! Bam! Go down!”
Who wrote that? Not to throw any shade at X fans, but he’s swagger jacking my neighborhood crackhead and schizophrenic, Major, something terrible. I’ve seen him with my own two eyes do the same thing in his church vest and old Bugle Boys jeans (with one of the pants legs rolled up, because he gotta stay f-llllll-yyy). If I catch him at the corner store not having an intense argument with himself, I’m telling him he might want to sue.
Here’s part two of the video. No doubt this was shot after DMX caught up with Britney and Amy:
Oddly enough, for a man who says he can judge people by their eyes, he’s dead in his.