Here comes angry bacon.

I know this record isn’t hip hop, but that suit earns him a spot in the ‘Blingz n Grillz’ category.

He looks like a cousin of Rosie O’Donnell.

The flashy sticker seems to imply he went platinum in Ruraltania.

Your majesty, the delegation from Compton has arrived.

Available now, wherever fruit preserves and video games are sold.

Nothing screams ‘hip-hop’ like a pleather suits dyed with margarine and cough syrups.

I can’t believe it’s not butter.

Is that the San Diego Chicken being held hostage?

Someone needs to tell him where that diaper is supposed to go.

There’s gonna be some stretch marks on that tattoo.

This album has all the makings of a hit. Chickens, a wolf, a midget, tattoos and diapers.

Only 99 cents! What’s not to like?

Jazz has come a long, long ways.

He won that belt in a toe wrestling competition in the Czech Republic.

Known for his regular and flamboyant appearances on the 1970s World of Sport.

The Scottish never intended this.

Why? Why play to a track with an instrument only in tune with itself? Why?

It’s Pootie Tang!