Everywhere... I'm like.. f**in' like the grannies monthly page. "Singer for Slipknot rips Kanye West a new f**in' a**hole." Now the beautiful thing, the beautiful thing about this is as much as I have that kind of going for me cause all my f**in' fans were like, "f** yeah, dude! f** him!" There's the other side of that where the Kanye West fans: none too pleased. This f**in', this one kid who was, he was precious to me, he just goes, "Umm, neither are you?" I don't know... there was a f**in' question mark at the end of it, right... he's like, "I'm Ron Burgundy?" I'm like, dude if you're gonna cut me down at least be sure of yourself, like "NEITHER ARE YOU, fu*kER!" I could respect that, you know? Then there was this thing... every comment has been the same. They can't come at me with like, "Yo you wear a f**in' Halloween mask, what the f** do you know? You look like a f**in' rooster, like a punk rock rooster." They've said the same f**ing things like, "Well, you know, he's got more Grammys than you have albums, LMAO." I'm like, that, THAT's your insult? That's how you're comin' at me? Alright, hold on a second, um, you're a fan of Kanye West. I kind of automatically win. Dickhead. I don't f**in' get it, how do you f**in'... sh**... how do you f**in' call yourself, how do you, okay how do you have the f**in' stones to call yourself the, and I'm quoting here, "The greatest living rockstar of all time" and then proceed to f** the words up to "Bohemian Rhapsody"? Oh, by the way, in the f**in' country it was written, you dolt. He was too busy tryin' to look bummed to remember that, "Oh, f**, these people are English. Queen was English. They're gonna rip me to shreds." It all started, you know, and I wouldn't have as much issues with him if he wasn't so f**ing busy trying to look so put on by the fact he has everything in his f**ing life, and he just can't be f**in' bothered to enjoy it. Are you f**ing kidding me? You f**in' a**hole, really? I keep comin' back to this .gif of him, have you guys seen it? It's f**ing amazing, it's at the basketball game. And he's hanging out, right, he's hanging out and f**in' laughing, "I got a friend!" He's sittin' next to me, we're f**in' laughing. The camera's here and he goes like... He's stoked! He went from stoked to to dick like (snaps fingers) that. How do you do that? What the... I can't even f**in' do that and I've acted in a movie (not well.) Not well, but I can f**in', you know, I can f**in' ...... you know? This f**in' guy, I mean, it's like a switch. Dude he's like (imitates laughing, followed by mean face.) He's got that look like he's pissed off at math, you know? Like he's trying to figure some sh** out, right, he's just like "I didn't change the f**in' batteries in my f**in' calculator. I got f**in' algebra today." f**in' a**hole, man, Jesus f**in' Christ. And he's like... look, we know, we get it, you married a Kardashian. Sorry. You married a woman who can do sh** that's amazing like balance a f**ing champagne gla** on her big dumb a**. Which, by the way is the absolute peak of her talent f**in' score. Oh I'm f**in' pissed off now. I can't, you know what, I can't blame myself, I gotta blame Music Choice cause those motherf**ers know exactly what bu*tons to push on me. They just kept f**in' windin' me up, it's like, "So you wanna talk about Taylor Swift?" Not that they were walkin' f**in' weird.. "Wanna talk about Man of Steel?" I don't get it, I don't f**in' get it. How do you have everything, everything, anything you could ever f**in' want, with the exception of talent. How could you have everything you f**in' want and be that f**in' miserable in your f**in' life, are you f**in' kidding me? Put your f**in' toys down and go the f** home, you f**in' prick. At this point, you're lucky anyone talks to you, let alone buys your f**in' album. You know, I mean yo wanna talk about jumpin' the shark, you jumped Kim Kardashian. So yeah, this last 24 hours has been very interesting for me Continues into rant about selfie sticks