Earlier today, one Dayn Perry, who is a public disgrace to himself, his nuclear family, and his ancestors, and who is not unknown to you in these pages, declared something he felt merited public consumption. This was that declaration:
There needs to be a rapper named “Killa-Brew.”
— Dayn Perry (@daynperry) July 15, 2013
1) Dayn Perry does not get to decide what goes on in the world of hip hop. That’s Suge Knight’s job. Mark this Dayn, lest Suge hang you off of a hotel balcony by your ankles until you sign away the rights to your next middling paperback.
2) Dayn, you ignorant slut, how quickly you forgot:
Now, some of you will encourage us to grade Dayn on a curve, given that he’s the product of a Southern public school. You pushovers will say we’re lucky he manages to use a hyphen correctly. And while that’s technically true, letting up on Dayn will only encourage him and others like him to spread their ignorameousasity. I will not allow the further dumbing down of American discourse, Dayn. It’s no wonder you get fourth billing for Thursday night’s Chicago FanGraphs/BeerGraphs meetup.
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