We clocked Ugly D saying the f-word at least 400 times within a 20-minute set.
How is this possible? We checked, and he is not a longshoreman.
Also, the f-word in this case is “For.” Ugly D’s songs does more tributes to his “numbas” (aka homies) than he has homies. He shouts out for his enemies, for people in the news, for people he’s prayering for. And when he can’t think of anyone, he’ll just go “For, for, for, for…”
Better than “Six six six,” we guess. (Unless you’re a demonic metal band. And Ugly D isn’t that either. We checked.)

This is for Jimmy Metro, for Little Mac Dougal
This is Workshop Stats
This is for Threw Apples
For my numbas

Guy talks funny. Funny adds up. We like ‘im.

The Asphodels and 136 Syllables at the Bullfinch… CIA Dope Calypso at Hamilton’s (They were just Dope Calypso, but Hamilton’s ban on drug references in band names applied so they went looking for a noun to which “dope” could be a qualifier. Nice way to get into Hamilton’s—and get a government file started on you). First Party opens; with a name like First Party, do you think they’ll ever get to close a show?… Cosmopolitan Greetings and Father Death Blues, the dreary Eastern Ballad tour stops at D’ollaire’s…