Now that Clear Channel radio stations are rapidly covering up the fact that the Star & Buc Wild Morning Show ever existed, we should pause for a moment to remember the career of the first wacky morning DJ to threaten on the air to find and molest a rival's four-year-old daughter.
The transcript of Former DJ Star's remarks:
Star: Somebody holla at me and tell me about his whore wife and his kid. 866-678-8270. ... Somebody get at me about his whore. His whore wife and his kid, this little ugly ass kid, I hear. Where does this kid go to school? I got five hundred bucks for that information. Somebody email me or gimme a call. Just tell me where his kid goes to school. Let's see who's really gully on the microphone. Five hundred dollars, in my pocket, right now. I need to know the school, this faggot ass nigga, DJ's kid goes to school.
Star: I've got information on DJ Benji, aka… what's his name again? Envy. I've got information on his gook. His baby's mother.
BucWild: A gook?
Star: Hemp University, uh, cats used to run trains on her. Green BMW. I'll get to all this in a few minutes.
Star: OH! And I got the information, the school his kid goes to.
[Woman's voice] Really?
Star: Yeah, I'm savin' that one. That's, that's the one I'm gonna pull out if I have to. If I have to. Oh yes, I'll, I'll come for your kids. I will come for your kids. I finally got the information on his slant eyed, whore wife. The information on his slant eyed, whore wife. Yes. A cat who actually ran a train on her, contacted me. [chuckle] Allegedly ran a train on her once upon a time. Allegedly. Once upon a time. Ejaculated all over her face.
Star: No, let me just touch on this real quick, But there's a woman out there right now who pushed out a little lo-mein eater by a DJ down by the sloppy station. I got at this alleged slut whore, heh, and this little half a lo-mein eater. ... Yes, I disrespected your seed. If you didn't hear me, I said, I would like to do an R. Kelly on your seed, on your little baby girl. I would like to tinkle on her.
Star: Call the cops? Nigga, please, there's no bodyguards. I carry the 9. Most of the cats that are with me, have felony convictions, they can't carry. I'm disrespectin' your seed. I would like to skeet on the face of your seed. Now that's, that's real talk dawg. You have to come holla at me now. Call me, I'll meet you somewhere, but don't act like you were waiting in some parking lot with like 50 niggers. Please.
Star: Now, again, to the woman, who carried that little mongrel for 9 months. ... I'm coming for your seed. Did you hear me? (*thump, thump, thump* noise) I want to do an R. Kelly in the mouth of your seed fem? You holla at me now I'm the easiest man in the world to find. *snickers* And my name is The Hater. You holla back now, DJ Envy.
Star: Let me see now, uh, DJ Benji attention! In case you didn't hear me, I said, I want to put some mayonnaise in between your baby girl's ass crack and take a bite.