Much more can and will be offered to expose the hypocrisy of Democrats castigating Trump when they are hip-deep in cultural rot. Democrats think they have a wedge issue. Only if people are as stupid as they take them to be.
For all those good, naive folks scandalized by Trump’s taped comments, here’s a list of “folks” invited to the White House to be honored by Obama for their great contributions to our nation’s culture. Also, here’s a couple of excerpts from one of those guests hit numbers.
Big Sean, Eazy-E, Common, Ludacris, Killer Mike, Queen Latifah, doug e. fresh, Wale, Jay Z, Diddy
The information is from a publication that follows rap music. Note that the article is from January of this year so it hardly was intended as an expose by Republicans intent on covering for Trump. More:
Yesterday, we learned that Kendrick Lamar fulfilled a wish he’s had ever since the “Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe” remix (“In the White House with a mink/Running through that bitch like it’s my house,” although he didn’t seem to be wearing any fur at the time), paying a visit to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave as a guest of one of his biggest fans, President Obama. He and his crew were given a tour, hitting a rap squat along the way, and making for a pretty historic moment. Knowing the Obama family’s love for hip hop, though, he’s far from the first MC to earn an invite to their home.
Now for your enjoyment, lyrics from a couple of Ludacris’ greatest hits,(its rap, don’t expect them to actually be lyrical). Your listening pleasure follows.
Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don’t jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin’ crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I’m comin’ through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up – that’s what I do
Young and successful – a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck, true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
“Oh wazup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin’?”
Sidelinin’ my fuckin’ business
Tryin’ to get my baby child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin’ TV’s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain’t bitter, I don’t give a fuck
But I’ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
And another delightful wholesome diddy from one of Puritan Obama’s visitors
I’m always looking for trouble to get into
Tell your girlfriend’s friends, bring friends too
What you drinkin’? I got it, I pour it all up
Southside, my partners they throw it all up
I don’t want a menage, so bitch, let go
I’m tryin’a get three women, play Connect 4
Congratulations, you made it into the Top 5
Your mouth helped me push the Bentley into Mach 5
She got me speedin’ in the red zone
Or as Luda like to call it, it’s the Head Zone
Heads up! A bread winner, the bread’s up
So make a peace sign baby, put your legs up
Is it really that good to ya?
Do you like it when a nigga talk hood to ya?
Do you like a lil’ scratch, lil’ bite?
Well, it’s about to be a hell of a night
DLH
