C-Murder Mug Shot

Jury selection began Monday in a Jefferson Parish courtroom in the trial of a rapper who goes by the moniker of “C-Murder”. Can you guess what crime he is charged with?

As someone who considers the term “rap music” to be oxymoron, I had never heard of this C-Murder guy before I came across this news story.

The thing that really freaked me out about this story is that the sixteen-year-old kid he’s accused of killing happened to be a huge fan of his. Geez, of that’s how her treats his fans, I’d hate to see what he does to his critics. I think that a dog in Michael Vick’s kennel would fare better than a critic who happens to get in this guy’s face.

Talk about living up to your name. And this isn’t his given name, mind you; it’s one he made up for himself. Perhaps he would have been wiser to have picked a stage name that reflected a less serious infraction, like maybe, “J-walking”. At least that way he wouldn’t be facing a life term, that is, as long as his concert tours avoid Iran and North Korea. Of course, the lyrics to his so-called songs might not be as interesting. For example, how about this:

Hey, man I see dat’ the light is red
But I gotta cross now and get home to my bed
Gotta’ get in that door before half past nine
Or my momma gonna’ whoop my big behind

Now I don’t know diddly-squat about rap, but somehow I don’t think lyrics like these would cut it in that particular genre.

Now that I’ve publicly ridiculed this guy, please pray for me if he ever gets out of jail.