Salutations hood boogers. My name is Fatt Stacks and I’m fresh from the swamps and dirt roads of Semi-Sweet Home Alabama and I love hating more than I love sex, money or breathing. I spend a large chunk of my day judging any and every thing from music, politics, my stripper co-workers, and my all time favorite, the light skinned race. Google “Imitation of Life” and you’ll never have to question my disgust for you beige, peach-colored, light mustache having heffas.
I am a freelance blogger here to spread the good gospel that is my opinion, which is better and more important than yours. A majority of my thoughts are going to be about photography, poor lifestyle choices, make-up and music. Not hip hop. Not bank statements. Not World Star Hip Hop appearances. Not Wayne’s love for vintage Cheetah Girl attire, but music. From Common to The Black Keys to Sugarland to up and coming artists. I am a lover of memorable lyrics, production, entertainment value and the cohesiveness of all three.
My fake goal is to spread access to music diversity [and a host of other hoodrat treats] among my peers. I believe this is a crisis within our culture. Only one story [hip hop] is being marketed to our people. A majority of people in our community aren’t exposed to other genres until their favorite rapper samples them and 10 times out of 10 [I know what I wrote] you’ll only find repetition and fuckery from major media outlets.
We’re gonna fuck around and have some fake unity around these parts by the time ya’ll done letting me having my opinion. I’m your Fairy God-Heffa. I’m here for the niglets. I’m doing this for Birdman. My New Years resolution was to ante up my aintshitness and this is just me getting my feet wet.
When life gives you lemons, make Jesus.