When I was in Chicago last week, I was walking down the street on a dark and stormy night. From the distance I saw someone approaching me. As the person got closer, I realized that he was dressed in a shroud, clutching a scythe, and to say the least, I was terrified at the walking skeleton! But when he stopped in front of me, some music began to play out of nowhere, and then he started espousing some lyrics that were consistent with the eerie melody. Even though my fear subsided, I still didn’t like the relentless profanity and the sexually explicit words he used in his songs, but I guess that’s what I should’ve expected from that grim rapper.