Meet The Voice of “Damn, Son. Where’d You Find This?” | Thump

For some reason I always pictured the Mouth of trap music as a 1950’s Ward Cleaver type, looking up from behind his newspaper, pipe dangling from barely-parted lips. It’s quite uncharacteristic for him to even false-swear (“fiddlesticks,” “fudge,” “fucklesticks,”) so these phat beats must catch his ear something fierce.

Meet The Voice of “Damn, Son. Where’d You Find This?” | Thump