When you all figure it out, let me know. I didn’t watch more than 32 seconds. Blame Agent007GC for leaving this on my doorstep.

So as I was lurking on WorldStarHipHop.com this afternoon, partaking in ghetto fight clips, I stumbled across a video by an artist named P. Reign (insert side-eye here), and I noticed something interesting — this Canadian rapper is supposedly “Drake’s Artist”. Therein lies my confusion.

How in the name of Droopy’s red perm can Drake have an artist when he’s still Lil Wayne’s artist? He doesn’t even have an album out! Survey says: F.O.H. — Fuck Outta Here!

Shouts out to BigLilKim of Twitter for the photo — as I log the hell out.

I might as well get it out of the way and out of my system. The Internet is giving Lil Mama the business after he dragged his uninvited testicles onstage during Jay-Z’s performance of “Empire State of Mind” during last night’s VMAs. This is the same butch queen that was telling another transgendered women to act like a lady.

Shade Moss is doing the most these days and I’m not a fan of his antics at all. He’s lucky Solange and Matthew didn’t snatch him up by the roots and toss that ass out into the streets like a javelin. My Lord.

Update: Lil Mama Apologizes! Twitter Continues to Pick On Her.

I just can’t deal with this shit on a Friday. This photo that Steph Jones took is holding my soul for ransom and I am seeking justice! That’s what I get for snooping through people’s Twitpic pages. I can’t even describe my thoughts on this sweet slice of honeydew melon above. Please provide your thoughts.

So, some child who goes by the name SpokenReasons was blocked on Twitter by Necole Bitchie for God knows what. He, in turn, decided to make this monkey-fool-banana-rum-shrimp-cocktail ass video on Youtube dedicated to her. Clearly, the Internet is giving people far too much freedom.

This is what happens when you have too much leisure time. Idle hands are a tool of the devil and this shit has inspired me to go do something productive. I think I’m going to go build a spaceship or something. Bye.

Forhedda is evolving from random walks down the sidewalk for hot propaganda. Now she’s licking, kissing, and biting on random club promoters and DJs for Wireimage slots — what a transition! Maybe those shades obstructed her vision and she was really looking for Chris Brown’s scrotum, but that’s just my theory.

The strobe lights and pussy-filled shorts were at an all time high at Webster Hall in NYC last night for the Diesel U Music show. This soft little tart above is a member of a band with a name even crazier than his outfit — The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! Clearly, they like to have a good time and I’m sure Solange is going to sketch out a costume inspired by this once she finishes greasing Baby Daniel’s scalp.

More photos from the show below, including Madame Kanye.

It’s been a minute, since I’ve posted a Hood Rat Track. However, my lovely reader Alecia has inspired me to bring it back. Now I must warn you; the fuckery in this video is extremely potent and might leave the weak with a case of brain trauma. Even I am still unsure of what’s going on. I urge you, if you are new to this site, approach with caution and if you start foaming at the mouth, blame Alecia — she sent it to me.