it's no surprise: Texans love line dancing.
Crank Dat Sculptrixxx is where it's at.

The people at The Onion have asked me to tell you to leave this sort of thing to the professionals.

Christ. Atlantic commenters are the worst people on the planet. Fuck off, wud.

Back to the issue at hand: Soulja Boy seems confused about his aims, too. After all, the track is largely composed of unanswerable, self-interrogatory questions (e.g.
"why me crank it?"; "why me roll?"; "why me super-soak that ho?").

So long as Soulja Boy remains mired in this existential crisis I don't think we have too much to fear from him.

Fucker, I've published in The Onion!

Tom, is it possible these questions are rhetorical in nature? They are intended to make you think, "Why indeed. Why not?"

I wish you hadn't done this, Kriston. Inevitably, I will end up crank datting, like, Zizek, on the train or something. My career will be over.

Excuse me, "cranking dat."

Ok, I'm no expert. But I do believe that Souja Boy is imploring his audience to "WATCH me crank it, WATCH me roll," etc. (Not typing the next bit as I'm pretty sure it is very dirty.) Anyway, K, thanks for the shout-out. I'm glad I was able to bring this joy into your life.

White Bear, feel no shame when you Crank Dat Zizek on the train. Zizek is a hip guy. I'm sure he'd appreciate the sentiment. In fact, I've heard tell that his next book is going to be entitled "Crank Dat Sublime Object of Ideology."

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