On a tangent, the song is fun. I cannot stand the discussion surrounding it. I'm sorry there's no violin and you can't play it over the loud speaker at school, Ben. Truly I am. I'm sorry that after I listen to this, I lose my capacity to appreciate technical, soulful, or gentle music. I now only crave more cacophonous, degenerate sounds. Also, my capacity to appreciate women deteriorated as my brain beecame as smooth as a bowling ball.
Or maybe it's a 4 minute song where Cardi B says "Spit on his mic and now he's trying to sign me". That shit's funny as fuck.
Much like HP Lovecraft, Ben seems to think that listening to rap causes you to slowly transform from an upright, sock-wearing caucasian into a hunched, skittering cannibal.
On a tangent, the song is fun. I cannot stand the discussion surrounding it. I'm sorry there's no violin and you can't play it over the loud speaker at school, Ben. Truly I am. I'm sorry that after I listen to this, I lose my capacity to appreciate technical, soulful, or gentle music. I now only crave more cacophonous, degenerate sounds. Also, my capacity to appreciate women deteriorated as my brain beecame as smooth as a bowling ball.
Or maybe it's a 4 minute song where Cardi B says "Spit on his mic and now he's trying to sign me". That shit's funny as fuck.
Much like HP Lovecraft, Ben seems to think that listening to rap causes you to slowly transform from an upright, sock-wearing caucasian into a hunched, skittering cannibal.
Full disclosure: I do wear crocs in the gym shower and sandals at the beach. Maybe he was right