ever since i got to start shooting rappers i've been hoping to see something i shot get the living shit bootlegged out of it on these mixtapes that these generally horrendous dime a dozen dj's from no where put out every six minutes.
sometimes they'll even add some laser beams, or a dinasour, or mounds of cocaine, or a space ship, or a stripper or maybe even a stripper driving a space ship into a dinasour thats blowing cocaine laser beams from its nostrals.
 im telling you there are no rules on these covers. i have years of research under my belt


alas this is all i got so far. ( but i did get charged for a minute or two. charged enough to put it on here.)

BUN B on rivington on some blog.

anyhow one day folks i will grace one of these damn things.  fuck billboards, fuck covers, fuck the police. im going to get a mixtape cover.

below are some that i snatched up off various sites real quick for examples of these masterpieces




gangsters dont even smile in wonderland. that'd be chump.




here we have a mans head that is too big for his body which is too big for his school desk.  yet the whole things rather smart wouldnt you say?



yoooo ricky! reach into one of those LOUIS V boxes and find your fuckin wife beater. 
unless you are about to go ahead and nurse one of those dudes with your big ol' titties.



yyeeeeup.



this is pretty much like if my brain exploded when i was 15.



hip hop is sorta retarded sometimes.






 this isnt  a mixtape cover, per say,  but here we have lemmy showing us that a bullet belt can be worn with anything.
you just gotta own it.