I went to the Yukmouth show last night at the Normandie Casino and I am really fucking pissed off as I am writing this. Yukmouth's performance was cancelled because some stupid ass muthaphukkas tried to jump him in the parking lot when he arrived. So Yukmouth came into the showroom and explained the situation to the fans along with the promoter and posed for pictures, but did not perform.
I am pissed off because I drove an hour and a half to see him perform and used about $17 worth of gas for nothing. I chose to NOT go to a show ten miles away from me in San Bernardino that had Mack 10, Warren G., Bad Azz, Lil' Eazy-E, and Domino performing because I wanted to see Yukmouth. I spent about four hours watching a bunch of local no-talent acts who claimed to be from the L.A. performing songs with beats that sounded like they were from the south and lyrics that just talked about girls shaking their asses in the club. The worst part is, I probably will NOT get a refund because I purchased my tickets from Ticketmaster and they will do everything in their power NOT to give me a refund. And even if I do get one, it will probably take six months to process.
I hope that the muthaphukkas that decided to trip suffer the indignity of watching their parents get in a car accident and being decapitated for raising idiotic children who have nothing better to than start shit for no apparent reason. Then I hope that they see their children walk into oncoming traffic and get flattened by a car so that they don't grow up to be as irresponsible as their parent. Then, I hope that after seeing their parents and children die those most horrible deaths, that they too get in a car accident and have their heads decapitated.
I am pissed off because I drove an hour and a half to see him perform and used about $17 worth of gas for nothing. I chose to NOT go to a show ten miles away from me in San Bernardino that had Mack 10, Warren G., Bad Azz, Lil' Eazy-E, and Domino performing because I wanted to see Yukmouth. I spent about four hours watching a bunch of local no-talent acts who claimed to be from the L.A. performing songs with beats that sounded like they were from the south and lyrics that just talked about girls shaking their asses in the club. The worst part is, I probably will NOT get a refund because I purchased my tickets from Ticketmaster and they will do everything in their power NOT to give me a refund. And even if I do get one, it will probably take six months to process.
I hope that the muthaphukkas that decided to trip suffer the indignity of watching their parents get in a car accident and being decapitated for raising idiotic children who have nothing better to than start shit for no apparent reason. Then I hope that they see their children walk into oncoming traffic and get flattened by a car so that they don't grow up to be as irresponsible as their parent. Then, I hope that after seeing their parents and children die those most horrible deaths, that they too get in a car accident and have their heads decapitated.
