The Perpetual Dorkiness Of White Rap Fans


I guess ritual humiliation is the price we pay to love hip-hop in public, whether it’s Davis thinking he has what it takes to be a bounce producer on Treme (apologies for the video quality, it’s what I could find):

Or K.C. trying to court Val on Single Ladies by passing off OutKast lyrics as his own smooth talk. Maybe there’s an exception for extraordinary novel, but we’re not all Justin Timberlake or Jimmy Fallon: