To quote the wise words of a once semi-prosperous and legitimate face of modern rap music:
“Y’all know it’s all fucked up now right? // What the fuck I’ma do now? //What I’ma do now?”
That’s right, Mr. Diddy Daddy Sean Combs. What are the budding internet stars of tomorrow supposed to do now … huh? I suppose everything IS fucked up right now. Especially when you’re stealing the YouTube spotlight from hard-working indie-internet sensations like crying Britney Spears douche, or laughing German baby?
Are we to assume, sir, that by posting trite videos, reveling in a shocking self-discovery that he does, in fact, have “ten fingers and ten toes”, that Diddy hates babies?
Judge for yourself from the latest video blog posted at Diddy TV, where our favorite non-emcee shares his most intimate feelings of his inner-thug-child:
There is no dagger more sharper, driving into the heart of hip-hop, then the one with the insightful inscription that reads, “I just wanted to come check in with ya’ll, and tell ya I just got finished running .. just got finished breathing! And I’m alive! And I can run!”
Uh-huh, Diddy. Yeah! That is some serious Bad Boy Fo’ Life shit right there.