Pimp Master-J grew up on the mean streets of Wolverhampton, where he was famed for his fluid rhyming, human beatbox skills, and poppin' & lockin'. A pretty face with two jackhammers for fists and two hand grenades for balls, this boy was born to be a hi-rollin' pimp. Back in the days he turned out a long string of high-class ho's and he bumrushed a whole lot of gangstas, but never nobody who didn't have it comin'.One day the heat on the street got too much, so he started looking for somewhere as cool as him. The mountains were cold, and snowboarding was fresh, so he stayed.Now he's got his own TV show and a mission: Wack Steez has no place to Slide.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Anyone with:
Gloves over cuff,
Eurogap,
sunglasses on a powder day,
sunglasses in a nightclub,
bad sticker karma,
narrow stance,
impact shorts,
visible lift ticket,
novelty headwear,
hard bindings,
fanny pack,
kilt,
