Does Jigga need one more blogger on his dick posting him “Happy Birthday” and slurping his career? Of course not. Between concert royalties, clothing & alcohol residuals, and the music we paid for, I think he’s doing just fine without my co-signature. But here it is anyway since he’s my favorite rapper ever.

Happy 43rd to the best(old) rapper alive. Not much this year, but there are plenty of “44″ gun-innuendo lyrics waiting for you next year.