For every male flash in the pan that gains notoriety, there must be a female counterpart. For every Lil B, there’s a Kreayshawn. And for every Eli Porter or 50 Tyson, there must be a little wheelchair chick ripping the mic and repping for other physically disabled shorties out there.
Maybe characterizing MC Meals On Wheels as disabled should be prefaced with the word “limited” because not everything on her body is handicapped, a fact she addresses in “My Vagina Ain’t Handicapped” while slamming preconceived notions regarding sex and wheelchairs. Quotables? “Not only offer great sex, but best spots in parking lots, I’m handi and got swag so you know this tart is hot.”
Now, pardon me while I go reevaluate my position in life because God is obviously testing me.