Nigh on every
Dots & Dashes nugget these days includes those immortal words
Kanye and
West, two words that combine to create something far greater than the sum of its parts, an ego gargantuan enough to engulf Denmark. Seemingly Mr. West loses at least thirty four marbles daily, and the latest manifestation of said manic dementia stems from his recent interjection midway through the flimsy 80s euphoria of
La Roux's In For The Kill. The sounds of Kanye groaning ought never to be committed to MP3, although with lyrics as below, whilst this particular rework may not be as Colosseum-crushing as Skream's effort, it's added a little vibrancy to an otherwise Colourless Colour...
I'm goin' in, and I'mma go hard
I mean what's the point if it ain't no scars..?
A little teeth marks, blood on the collar;
That's real love, mmmwahahaha.
How could you love someone that hurt you, played you, spoke to provoke you?
How could you love someone that burns you, turns you into a werewolf?
And in the moment you might do some things you’re not aware of
No one's prepared for the scale of this, this ain't filler...
And more and more more more drama looking for a score,
State you’re looking for a tour.
Her allure’s more couture, tailor-made
'til you screams in rage
I mean uhhhhhm breaking out the damn cage
Hannibal Lector, my uh American Pyscho
An iller version of Ike yo,
The Thriller version of Michael.
My recital is as bright as the light show at the Eiffel,
A werewolf up in Paris, I'm livin' off your vitals.
I mean I’ll be you’re con man, I’ll be you’re damn liar;
Let's start the interview, I’ll be your vampire.
I gotta feel ya, bite ya neck to get familiar,
And if ya die, guess what? I’ll f****ng kill ya
Take from that what you will...
