There. We said it.
Marky Mark Wishes He Could Travel Forward In Time To Lay A Beatdown On That Poser, Mark Wahlberg, Like In That Dope New Movie Terminator 2. Except Opposite.
It seems as if the brash young rapper who once snarled, Money is the thing that I need to fulfill my greed is gone. Thespian Mark Wahlberg, as Marky Mark now prefers to be called, has reached a level of financial success of which the hungry young kid from Boston and his creepy supernumerary nipple might only have dreamed.
A life of contentment has erased any trace of the beguiling young star who once brazenly dedicated a book to his own penis. However, it is doubtful that even the most cynical observer would have predicted Wahlberg’s quiet spiral into soullessness. In a recent interview, the hollow ghost of his former It-Boy incarnation admitted that he would dust off his negligible hip-hop chops to rap on a Justin Bieber album, if only the hairless hit factory would ask him.
Vibrations good like Sunkist/Many wanna know who done this
You did it, Marky. You did it to yourself. We were powerless to do anything but watch you fall apart.
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