The late DMX's late obituary

Unless you were living under a Dwayne Johnson last year, you will have heard of the sad passing of one of Western Civilisation’s most beloved icons: DMX.

DMX was born Earl Simmons on the 18th of December in 1970. The ‘D’ stood for ‘Dark’, the ‘M’ stood for ‘Man’ and the ‘X’ didn’t stand for anything. It was just ‘X’.

A teacher, X would show the world how to ‘stop, drop, shut ‘em down, open up shop.’

A generous man, X’s inclination was always to ‘give it to ya’, but in the end he had no more of ‘it’ to give.

He is survived by his 15 children.

(the editor) Dan. 

 



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