Here is a link to the full list of 25 worst rappers just in case people want to view it

http://www.gq.com/entertainmen…..gqmagazine

25. Tom Green
Confession: We’ve never heard 2005’s released-only-in-Canada CD Prepare For Impact. If he wanted it released outside of Canada, he shouldn’t have titled a song “Don’t Mess With A Man (After He Takes A Big Poo Poo).”

24. MC Skat Kat
A cartoon feline who rapped on Paula Abdul’s 1989 hit “Opposites Attract,” then “went solo,” with voiceovers done by a Minneapolis radio deejay. As discriminating a judge as Abdul was on American Idol, as good a singer as Abdul was on “Opposites Attract”—that was the level of Skat Kat’s rhyming.

23. Chingy
After Nelly brought St. Louis lingo to the masses, Chingy appeared in 2003 with a debut that made his STL roots obvious: “He’s Herre,” “Right Thurr,” and “Wurrs My Cash.” His commercial pizazz faded as his good-time topics (sex, money, having sex with girls who like his money) stayed the same, and he titled his fourth album Hate It or Love It, which turned out to be an easy choice. On the other hand, if you get a good laugh out of “That’s me, Ching-a-ling, equipped with much ding-a-ling,” you might object to his inclusion here.

22. Joaquin Phoenix
It was all a hoax, a meta-commentary on celebrity culture that played out like the worst RISD freshman project ever: in 2009, Phoenix announced his retirement from acting to start a “rap career,” rhymed badly on a Vegas stage and then fell off of it, and went on David Letterman’s show looking like a Hasidic version of pre-death Jim Morrison. A year later, he released his mockumentary I’m Still Here, which flopped, proving again that old saw: Jokes are better when they’re funny.

21. Too $hort
Not even Too $hort will be surprised to see Too $hort’s name on this list. “Serious hip-hop fans, they’ll boldly say, ‘Too $hort ain’t the best, Too $hort ain’t got the best lyrics,'” he admits. This pioneer of Bay Area hip-hop has had an unusually long career—even he’s lost track of how many records he’s done—most of it pedestrian. He has no interest in being “a rapper who rapped in metaphors, and said slick shit,” he declares, which is kind of like a NASCAR driver saying he doesn’t want to drive fast.

20. Will Smith
At this point, he’d duet with Frank the Pug if he thought it would sell a few extra movie tickets.

19. Pro Athletes, Post-1985
When the Chicago Bears made the (Grammy-nominated!) “Super Bowl Shuffle,” it paved the way for other over-indulged jocks to rhyme at sub-amateur levels. Take the Lakers’ Ron Artest, whose idea of gangsta was starting beef with silver-haired, bespectacled David Stern and Matt Lauer (“You look like a girl”). One jock we’ll exempt: Shaq, for his “Kobe, tell me how my ass tastes” freestyle.

18. Soulja Boy
In “Pretty Boy Swag,” Soulja Boy repeats the song title, with the same dead inflection, thirty-six times. By reducing hip-hop to chants, ringtone beats, and vapid boasting, he has inspired a notable generation gap: everyone over 25 seems to hate him, from LeBron James to Ice-T, who accused him of “single-handedly killing hip-hop.” Because ganging up on somebody is always wrong, and because we’re equally capable of killing hip-hop, we’ve written about half of a song for Soulja Boy: “Man I look pretty / Your mama’s ass is shitty / Gonna buy a big watch and wear it ’round the city.” The more times you say it, the better it sounds!

17. Weed Carriers
Once rappers become stars, they have the leverage to drag friends along with them into prosperity. They also need someone to transport weed, a job that dates back at least to “Spanish Tony” Sanchez, who was Keith Richards’ personal drug mule. “Weed carrier” (aka baggage handler, tree stasher, or weed wallet) is the unflattering term to describe rappers who perhaps might not have record deals if an influential friend hadn’t demanded it: Bravehearts, St. Lunatics, and D12.

16. Brian Wilson
“Smart Girls” is not well known because it’s from an album, aptly titled Sweet Insanity, which was never released, but the circa-1990 track is easily found on YouTube. “My name is Brian and I’m the man / I write hit songs with a wave of my hand,” he begins. Then it gets worse, as samples from old Beach Boys songs fly in without warning. Wilson’s rapping is on par with Biz Markie’s singing.

15. Madonna
No matter how incessantly rappers brag, no one has ever before boasted of having three nannies…a gardener and a stylist. The self-mockery in 2003’s “American Life” is banal, and the only other song we know that mentions soy lattes is “Drops of Jupiter” by Train. Both s

14. David Bowie and Mickey Rourke
On “Shining Star (Makin’ My Love),” released in 1987, they conjoin their ardor for Burroughs and Bukowski in the worst possible way: Bowie raps about Trotsky and scabs; Rourke answers with some pap about Sinn Féin, Hitler, and fingers in blood. How did this even happen? Bowie had gone crazy because of the international success of “Let’s Dance.” Rourke had gone crazy because he was Mickey Rourke.

13. Master P
When people praise Master P, it’s usually for his bootstrap entrepreneurship: he rose from one of New Orleans’ most despairing housing projects into a self-described “ghetto Bill Gates,” though unlike the man born Percy Miller, Gates never branched into sports management, films, clothes, or phone sex. Master P was notorious for ostentation, including 22-carat-gold panels on his bedroom ceiling. (His net worth was once estimated at $361 million; four years later, he filed for bankruptcy.). But songs are virtually interchangeable, he’s often accused of jacking ideas from other rappers, his lyrical signature is a constipated grunt (Uhhhhhh!), and in a Fortune magazine profile, a competing rap executive described P’s record label as the “McDonald’s of hip-hop,” though to be fair, he appeared to mean it as a compliment.

12. Prince
If you’re a singer who knocks rappers for being tone-deaf, as Prince did in “Dead on It,” it’s best not to be a singer who’s beat-deaf and raps in a stiff, elementary way, as Prince did in the early 1990s on “My Name Is Prince,” “Days of Wild,” and a few others. Actual couplet: My name is Prince, and I am funky / When it come to funk, I am a junkie. Okay, but when it comes to rap, you are a flunky.

11. Eazy-E
He had some malevolently funny lines (I’m Eazy E, and I got bitches galore / You might have a lot of bitches, but I got much more), but they were usually written by Ice Cube, who said it took “days” for Eazy to clumsily record his snaps. (“I can’t do this shit,” Eazy complained when asked to rhyme.) A small man—Cube called him a half-pint bitch, and Snoop referred to him as Tattoo—with a voice pitched midway between Geddy Lee and Fran Drescher, he was a one-dimensional gasbag with the rhythmic grace of a dot-matrix printer

10. The two guys in the black eyed peas who aren’t will.i.am
Will produces the songs. Fergie sings the hooks. You do…what exactly?

9. Pitbull
A Cuban-American Vanilla Ice who flacks for Dr Pepper and Bud Light—try mixing those two for a fun speedball!—Pitbull specializes in mind-numbing Eurodisco about hot girls and nightlife, with witless, winking reminders of his heritage: My tongue is bilingual, ready to play with that spot where you tingle.

8. Everyone from England, ever
With one exception: Mike Skinner of the Streets.

7. MC Hammer
When people remember you more for your pants than your lyrics, it’s a bad sign.

6. Puff Daddy
He’s hit a trifecta: mocked on The Daily Show, on South Park, and in The Onion. Daddy/Diddy has a terrific ear for shameless hooks, and he knows the hustle, which is why he has money hangin’ out the anus, to quote his most memorable lyric. But as a mumbly, indistinct rapper, he wouldn’t be signed to any label he didn’t own.

5. Kevin Federline
An ex–backup dancer for Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake, Federline made the usual boasts about his tax bracket and expensive cars—but his ex-wife, Britney Spears, actually owned everything except the goatee. Real gangstas don’t get $20,000 a month in child support.

4. Vanilla Ice
History’s first truly awful rapper—like Richard Nixon, he sullied an entire occupation with unprecedented terribleness. Unlike Nixon, he won’t go away: He made a metal album, went on reality shows, and re-recorded “Ice Ice Baby” along with nine other “hip-hop classics.” You should hear what he does to Public Enemy.

3. Chet Haze
Tom Hanks’s son Chester—a Dollar Tree version of Justin Timberlake—hit the rap game in 2010 with a series of YouTube videos. In one, he raps about Glocks and bling, threatens to stab you with a ski pole in yuh peep hole and warns, Step to me, get beat down like Rodney King, which is an odd way for a white guy to express solidarity with black culture.

2. Spencer Pratt
“I don’t have to have talent,” this talentless yet conceited reality-TV addict once said, celebrating his appalling rap bow, “I’m a Celebrity.” Pratt’s flow is sick—he rhymes like he has Parkinson’s. He called himself “the white Jay-Z,” possibly because they both have opposable thumbs, and notably bragged on “I’m a Celebrity” that MTV made me president rich. The next year, he reportedly filed for bankruptcy.

1. Insane Clown Posse
The KISS-style makeup these two self-anointed “wicked clowns” wear is a tip-off—they live to sell peripheral products, from DVDs to comic books to PPV wrestling cameos, to the tune of millions of dollars annually. Like most d-bags, they’re predictable: Ample use of the words fuck, psycho, and fuck attracts a devoted fan-clan, and their annual festival has also included, yep, Vanilla Ice.      

Rob Tannenbaum is the co-author of I Want My MTV: The Uncensored Story of the Music Video Revolution. He was born in Connecticut, as was hip-hop.

OCJ_Brendan said

PunkRockJuggalo said

OCJ_Brendan said
Why was hip hop born in Connecticut…

Rob Tannenbaum is the co-author of I Want My MTV: The Uncensored Story of the Music Video Revolution. He was born in Connecticut, as was hip-hop.

I don’t know the answer to that question, but i’m from Connecticut

 

Sounds like we have our candidate for the “Punch Rob Tannenbaum in the dick” campaign…get your dick punching gloves on PRJ its going to be a dick punching kinda week….dick punching….