My recent post, entitled Uncle Von Crackenstein’s Opinion on the Modern Muse, seems to have shaken the rap community in more ways than I could have thought possible. Despite the numerous mentions it received from the latest gangsta’ rap magazines and it’s appraisal as The Most Precise Representation of The Downfall of Society at Large, several fans of the surprisingly still-around genre were enraged to hear the true meaning behind the words of their greatest hero, the suave Chameleonaire. And surely enough, after spending a couple weeks poolings their thoughts and ideas, the rap community has finally lashed out and showed me who’s who.

From this, we learn several things:
- The comment was left by Chamillion, which is a distinct 5 letters different from the artist in the former post. This leads me to believe that this person was perhaps using some form of the internet that charges for every character inputted, and they were trying to save money.
- Mr. Chamillion seems to think I am a negro, when in fact I am not. Being that there are no pictures on this website of myself, and that I did successfully translate the most rip-roarin’ of rhymes, I suppose I can see why he’d think this.
- Mr. Chamillion seems to have taken a sexual interest in me, which is flattering, but disturbing.
A visit to his website, http://website/ is apparantly malformed (a typo perhaps?), and my attempts to send him an email failed (it would seem that ass@cunt.com is not accepting messages at this time).
If any of you know Mr. Chamillion, please tell him that, once again, I am flattered but uninterested. Thanks.
September 11, 2006 at 2:57 pm
Dude. Awesome. Sheer Awesome.
September 17, 2006 at 12:40 am
YA BETTAH FEAR KNOW WUT IM SAYIN? NO JUSTICE BUT BLAKK JUSTICE, DEVILASS OPRESSAH
RIDIN’ WIF ME?
I BE DOIN’ MA VICTORY DANCE OVAH YER BEATEN’ CARCASS REGINALD YA HEAR?
SHOW RESPECT & MAY LOVE FILL YA HART ELSE WE BUST ON YA BALLS WHITE ASS DEVIL
KEEP IT REALL YO