Ok, so I'm a misanthrope at the best of times. Gigs, I dig, but clubbing... no. Bizzle's latest offering - on which he spits out his rhymes at a rate of nineteen to the dozen over a pumping beat and monotonous bass scale - reminds me precisely why. There's lots of skanking going on as Bizzle tussles with countless unsavoury sorts. The Champaign's flowing, he's got girls on his lap, and is 'Drunk, drunk, outta my brain...' Really, it's my idea of hell. Musically, it's no better.
So, if Bizzle's going out tonight, I'm definitely staying in.
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