this version of "Sheldie explaining Sheldie" is about me absolutely loathing "Soulja Boy" and the idiotic song "Crank Dat."
I'll begin by the ignorance and blind stupidity in not being able to pronounce "th" as it is supposed to be sounded. "D" is not a substitute for "TH." Grow up, go to school, and quit living in a trailer house in Georgia, screwing your sister while your dad watches, drinking an ice cold Miller light.
Next, "Soulja Boy" made similar error when he chose his ridiculous moniker: the obnoxious "J." Soldier, not Soulja. Again, you should have stayed in school and contact with the English language after you were three years old. It would have made you look like less of a jackass.
Third is something people like me would commit acts of heinous violence over.
This inbred moron is not currently, never has been, never will be, a soldier.
Gang violence on the streets of the nice quiet rundown area you came from does not constitute the privilege to be called soldier. Men and women have valiantly given their lives for centuries in a glorious battle over what they believe in, and "Soulja Boy" hasn't done anything but pretend he's a hard-ass and try to get laid. He deserves no recognition whatsoever for any contribution to make the world, or at least his residence, a better place and thus deserves no place in the minds of the average intelligent person.
so no, I haven't heard the screamo/disco/grindcore/punk/Travis Barker/Teletubbies/Little Mermaid version, and I don't plan on it.
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