Based on a preliminary look at issue No. 2 of Man Why You Even Got To Do A Thing and an excerpt from the memoirs of Osama bin Laden’s ex-mistress I would put forth the proposition that Mr. B-L might want to submit some prose to Beef’s journal. I would very much enjoy reading columns titled, “What need do you have for a womb?” or “Dance like a Caucasoid girl!” Furthermore, I’d add that the infamous cave-dweller might want to fly E-40 or Sir Mix-a-Lot over to work on putting some beats to his rhymes, such as, “Your ass is too big, show me the front!” or “Hey, black girl!”