Stone Cold

How about you save the Proof tributes for someone that gives a damn.

Let's face the facts on this one. His greatest contribution to hiphop was holding Eminem's keys while he was on stage performing. Somehow while he was keeping Em's sodas cold he managed to release a wack ass cd. Let's not mention his wack ass D12 cds. I'm not saying he probably wasn't a nice guy. Hell he might have been a really fun loving guy. The thing is not even 2 minutes before he caught one in the head he pistol whipped a guy and then SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD! He f*#$in killed a guy over an argument about what? Who was the king of Detroit? That kinda over rides all the other good stuff he might have done in his life. He should've got shot for that. His best friend is super rich. All he had to do was get the crowd to wave their hands side to side and make sure their was a jar of all green M&M's in the dressing room. No this dummy wants to pistol whip and shoot people in the club cause he wants everybody to know he's the "king" of one of the poorest cities in America. Dummy.

Just as dumb as those teenagers that ran up on that marine in Midtown. Five MIDDLE CLASS TEENAGERS decided to ride around in their mom's caddy and rob people. They aren't even poor and desperate for money. Two of their parents are teachers. They lived in a brand new subdivision. Who robs people for no reason? Apparently all the trouble started when the girl was working at Six Flags and started dating another dude that was working there. They get together listen to rap music and decided how cool those gansta lyrics sounded. So cool they decided that was what they needed to do. They go patrolling the streets 2 days before graduation. They see a waiter just getting off work. They pull up and jump not knowing this dude is really Batman. I smile to myself imagining the slow motion "Oh S#@*!" as he kicks the gun out of somebody's hand.(I know for sure somebody let out an "Oh S#$%!". It was an "Oh S&#%!" let out by somebody at that scene). When its all said and done the only injury the waiter has is a cut on the hand (a self inflicted cut) and an elevated heart rate. Two of the dudes are in custody. Two other dudes stabbed up in critical condition. The girl is dead. Turns out the waiter had $8 in his pocket. Dummies.

I don't have sympathy for dummies. All of the before mention idiots made incredibly destructive choices and they got what was coming to them. When Proof finished pistol whipping that cat and he turned the gun around to shoot him in the head, what the f#&$ did he think was going to happen? Did he think the crowd would all fall to their knees and start to worship him? Did he look up to the sky and feel his record sales about to go up because he now had the ultimate street cred? Did he imagine himself going home and his wife and child patting him on the back for handling his business like a real thug? How about the teenagers. Did they laugh and shake with excitement as they grabbed the shotguns and hopped into mommy's caddy? Did they already make plans to go to Sonic for root beer floats after pulling off a real life crime? I don't feel sorry for Proof's murdering ass and I damn sure don't feel sorry for those kids. Two shotguns and a pistol that situation could have easily been way different with one flick of a trigger. The waiter could have been taken out. All he's guilty of is walking home after work.

"Damn you cold, Solomon. Do you feel sorry for anybody?"

Yes I do, my friend.

Midgets.

Midgets are cursed to live in a world made and maintained by people three times their size. Imagine having a fully functioning, fully capable mind locked in the body of a Cabbage Patch Doll. You ask somebody to hand you a napkin and all they say is "Look at your cute little arm. You are just as cute as you can be. Yes you are. Yes you are as cute as a itty bitty button wutton". Ten year old want to pick you up all the time and kiss you on the face. You have to always be the elf at the Christmas party. The second you get mad and cuss out some kid for staring at you and people call you an angry leprechaun. You can't win. That's tough.