Constantine, or Big Con if you’re nasty, is a big bodybuilder bro. He also had the brilliant idea to make a rap song about the joys of being a big muscular dude. It is not good in all of the best ways.
The song is obviously terrible but I’m not mad about this dude’s fake life. Just curb stomping dudes, wearing tight wife beaters, selling guns or drugs or briefcases and pounding 7s in a grotto. It’s almost enough to make me brave the -10 degree temperatures to go to the gym tonight. Almost.
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