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Are you there Kanye? It’s me, Sanity. Over the past week, our favorite passionate rapper Kanye West, has been using his shows as therapy sessions. From his big brother Jay-Z, to big corporations, they all felt his wrath. An excerpt of the first night he rants: “Remind me again why Grammys can suck my d-ck? Remind me again who was the original super fly and I got love for HOV but I ain’t f-cking with that “Suit & Tie.” Remind me again why we in this sh-t? Since when was making music about getting rich? Since when was making art about getting rich? Remind me why we arguing about f-cking somebody else’s  b-tch?” The second night he didn’t rant, he just screamed for two minutes. After clearing his air-passages, he then ‘Randy Watson(ed)’ the mic and walked off. (Now I ain’t saying he’s losing it, but he’s got a few screws loose.) Now the third night, he went on to compare himself to Picasso, Walt Disney, and Steve Jobs.

Um, Kanye sir, do you understand the meaning of contradiction? Yes Jay-Z wears Suit and Ties, but you wear Blouses and Skirts. Do you listen to your rhymes, every other rap line  includes top of the line luxury brands. I have yet to go to the hood and see someone in a diamond Martin Margiela mask. Oh and by the way, your pregnant girlfriend is still married to someone else. Kanye tries so hard to be accepted that he’s finally just lost it. His rants aren’t about raging against the machine but more of ‘why don’t you guys like me?’ You can’t say ‘F–k the corporation’ and then beg them to sponsor your tour. That’s like saying f–k energy drinks, but can I get a free Red Bull? Kanye is on a spiral downfall and being attached to a Kardashian isn’t helping. Yeezy better pull it together, there’s a child on the way. So quit the random rants and get a heating pad, some Chai tea, and woosah. -Pooh Bailey