Frickin A

Frickin A (noun)
A curse referring to the mammal known as an aardvark.
 History:
Back in the day, people would go rabbit hunting and they would see stuff moving in the field and shoot it. But then upon inspection of their quarry, it’d just be an aardvark and they’d be like, “fuckin aardvark.”
Example:
The zoologist exclaimed, “its not an aas, its a frickin A!”
 (Courtesy of Urban Dictionary–where else?)

Aaaaand with that we give you lots of Subbassa.  Happy Monday, let the weekly struggle begin.

Bonafide Hustler

Datsik brings back a classic, flavored with the Trap influence that trolls today’s music scene.  This VIP of Bonafide Hustler is guaranteed to make any goody-two-shoes start pimping out her best friends and gunning down haters with Swarovski-studded AK-47s.

Get some, Betty.  Get some.

If you’re curious, here’s the original wubbly tune:

Bassquakin

When an earthquake shakes the ground beneath us, we start running.  When a bassline shakes the same ground–with the same magnitude–we start laughing and raging.

We broke in a new subwoofer the other day (150 inches–is that legal???) and every single window crumbled to dust.  Beach-quality sand, we shit you not.   And we’re not complaining about the bill at all–it’s fucking summer and we’re making a mufucking BEACH.  Win-win, friends.

Aaaanyway onto the culprate behind our man-made beach: KELLY DEANNNNNNNNN.

This sinister producer guarantees rage-lash (aka rage-induced whiplash) and irregular heart palpitations with every track.  We’re more than excited to show you two of our favorites: King ShitErryoody Knows Me.

Don’t feel gangster enough for those names?  After one listen, you’ll be ready to beat your best friend into a pulp.  Since we’re calling our broken glass is a beach …we’ll call this pulp a compost.  Yee.  That’s some eco-friendly violence right there.

Now get crunk: