Seriously Killer Mike? fucking SERIOUSLY!??!!!??!
Fuck YOU DUDE!
Fuck YOU for making the kind of rap music that makes my stomach fill up with butterflies, my balls drop along with my voice, and causes my chest to sprout hair in a formation that vaguely resembles Abe Lincoln riding a Kawasaki.
Big Beast, like the rest of RAP Music, is so fucking hard; the drums drive me to the brink. The fucking brink bro. Throw in Mike's insane raps, Bun B's laid back smoothness, a killer hook by that bastard Trouble and a verse that reminds you that T.I. is one of the best rappers alive, well you have a recipe for success.
And with all the body parts, blood and titties you also have the recipe for my famous Tim Baker Gumbo Titty pops. They are equal parts delicious and poisonous.