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I first came to know and love Eazy-E via a primitive form of file sharing involving a repurposed Bon Jovi cassette. I was just a kid, fifth grade, I believe. I used to wow my classmates at recess with my renditions of Eazy's raps. Back in those days, Eazy sounded something like this:A half-dozen years later a dude comes up to me and says, he says, "I want to ride with you to our (baseball) games so we can bump some Eazy." "OK," I says. So the whole summer, fifty some odd games, we drive all over the Willamette Valley listening to things that sound kinda more like this:It was the post game times that were the best though. It was these times when we would, dirty hippies that we were, get high. Getting high, listening to music that glorified violence, throwing empty beer bottles at roadsigns, these were the times when the magic happened.But, no, really, Eazy wasn't just about sex and violence and 8-ball. Even at the tender age of ten I could recognize that Eazy was one funny son of a bitch. Didn't take himself too seriously, as those who often take themselves much too seriously say. Anyways, here are a couple that I find riotously funny:
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