As I type this its 11/3/2012 3:11 AM, We’re only 3 hours into the new day but I couldn’t help myself. On the Friday night me and the Nikoli go see the Hopsins at the Key Club, I’m going to be honest I don’t know to much about the Hopsins I thought he was a boxer (Bernard Hopkins) but still I review that jabroni.
I get to the Key Club and this time I only pay 8 dollar for the parking which mean I got 12 dollar change back, which was enough for one cold beer and maybe a tip for the bartender but I no tip her with dollar I give her the tip of my dick. Anyway on this night I was on the guest list so I walk to the Bouncer and he ask me what is your name, I tell the guy last name Baby, first name Sheiky, he tell me I’m not on the list, so I snatch the fucking paper from his hand and say here I am right here cocksucker you see it say “Fucking Legend!”. He must of been new so I tell him don’t let it happen again otherwise I fuck your mother, I fuck your sister, I fuck your grandmother, I no say I fuck your wife cause I have respect your family.
As soon as I walk in I noticed it was packed like the asshole of the Lakers head coach Mike Brown. It looked like a rally for the special Olympics. Before anyone went on the promoter was on stage, he say his name was the Sean Healy but I can recognize Rocky Balboa with an advanced case of down syndrome when I see him.
First up to bat was dumb cocksucker motherfucker named Jarren Benton, he started off his set with a song called “Billion Bucks”, about 10 seconds into his set I began to wander around the venue asking random people if they had a gun in hopes they would shoot me in the fucking head.
Next up was the Dizzy Wright, more like the fucking Dizzy Wrong! During his set some other piece of garbage named the Swizzz came out, I started to think I ended up at the Laugh Factory on Sunset and not the Key Club.
Finally it was time for the Hopsins, either he was gonna prove to me he’s the dumb dog shit or he is the real. Everybody went crazy, and 2 songs in he took his shirt off, LL Cool Gay was in full effect. Overall the people there seemed to like it, I on the other hand was like the McMurphy at the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, unfortunately the chief never showed up to put me out of my misery. On the way home I popped in Sean Price’s Mic Tyson Album and restored some of my sanity and masculinity….Fuck the Hoke Hogan!