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HAWD GANGSTUH RAPPUH MCS
BH007
Every once in a while a group comes along that makes you question the essence of life: Why are we here? What is our purpose? Where does our destiny lie? Hawd Gankstuh Rappuh MCs are not one of these groups.
With their pathological rants and lack of any sense of decency and decorum, Hawd Gankstuh Rappuh MCs will make you ashamed of being human, not to mention scare you shitless and make you vote for the death penalty. Yes, after word of their ill, degenerate style filtered up through the underground following their appearance on the acclaimed Subterranean Hitz, Vols. 1&2 (WordSound), nothing could stop these inbred, psychotic, dusted deviants from sniffing a few more gallons of glue and getting busy in the studio for their debut EP. Now sample these four new slabs of madness from God Albino, Duke Crapmore, and Flybot Van Damn, who make the Beastie Boys look like chess club rejects.
Never before has an unholy trinity like this one held your subconcious mindstate hostage. Never before have you truly experienced the Illness like this. And don't worry if you laugh--a lot of people find death, destruction, torture, mayhem, and adolescent behavior funny. Just ask the Hawd Gankstuh Rappuhs and the dangerous patient ward at Bellvue Hospital.
side A: 1. Three Wrongs 2. Hummin' Mad Coney
side B: 1. Fannin' Muh Nutz 2.V iz 4 viktumm