Give this song credit. Everything about it from artwork to title to giggling should make it  corny sub-Gravediggaz horror-core, but it somehow manages to be a banger. There is always a new group of freshmen who need drug anthems. Stream:
Tosten Burks would have benched Kobe too. In which the acid-dropping Brooklyn horror-core revivalists reveal some rationale for all the scare tactics. “Laker Paper” is a trembling, uneasy piece of hazy Houston atmospherics with Meechy Darko and Zombie Juice verses that use the bleak beat and bleak world to justify their THC tendencies. “I limp […]