Back when white rappers were still a relative novelty, MC Paul Barman was the strangest one of all. An impossibly horny New Jersey nebbish, drunk on his own id and the possibilities of language, Barman blurted out his rhymes like some unholy hybrid of James Joyce, Eminem and a public-access perv. His flow was shaky, his jokes were tasteless, and on his cult-classic debut EP, 2000's It's
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