2Ra

The real question is why the fuck are you reading this in the first place? Are you a fan looking to connect? A federal agent looking for dirt? An ex lover looking for child support? Or are you just bored? In any case there's no sense wasting your time with another discography or dry list of accomplishments. You came here for entertainment so I'm gonna entertain you goddammit. I'm gonna tell you a story so filled with drama and bullshit that your gonna think twice about making eye contact if you see me on the street. Don't worry. If we ever do meet I'll probably kill you.See, just like any other white rapper I got issues. Grew up with welfare, abuse, drugs and violence just like you did. I dropped out of school just like you did. I got certified insane just like you did. I saw my best friend hit a crack pipe just like you did. My sister got her throat slit just like you did. I once joined a cult just like you did. My life is one whiskey fueled misadventure after another. And if it wasn't for this rap shit I would probably kill you.Music is the only reason I live. It's the reason I'm not selling drugs to your teenage daughter right now. It's the reason I decided to talk some sense with that cop calling Elmer Fudd looking faggot instead of carving him into a lampshade last night. It's the reason that my only goal in life is to live in my neighbor's 1984 Ecoline and tour every city from Bubblefuck Washington to Bubblefuck Miami (and yes, they're both on the map). Of course to make this happen I'll need money. That's where you come in. Buy my albums, book my shows, get me drunk, share your weed, treat me like the rock star you know I am. If you don't I'll have to kill you.Right about now I need to give props to all the peoples who held it down. Duke Rukkuz (or however you spell it), you dragged me out of a creative stupor and forced me to start recording again. Stephanie, you dragged me right back into that stupor with your spiky hair, ghetto earrings and 26 of Wisers. Maximus Clean, you made me get my GED and showed me that the world is bigger than all this Vancouver bullshit. Asoka and Tyler, keep kicking ass, To my Foul Mouth Jerks, If we're all out of jail at the same time lets have a reunion. To Toby. It's not your fault your best friend is treacherous asshole. To Dawud, thanks for teaching me how to drink like a gentleman. To my fighting Irish muthafuckka, thanks for keeping me in check when I moved out the hood. To N'didi, thanks for proving that nothing lasts forever. To Razor, I'll fucking kill you.To everyone I forgot by mistake. I'm drunk goddamnit and that's my excuse. To the people I forgot on purpose, fuck you. You know who you are, so stop coming around looking for treats. I don't got time for your mangy ass. You didn't make me, I made me. All this blood, shit, stress, sweat and tears are mine. You want redemption buy my record. Skeletons on the muthafucking mic bitch. Paragon's the label. 2Ra's the fucking name. Your money is my money so give it up before I kill you.