Macaframa explains this vid's origins:

This was an Easter Egg we placed in the DVD. Some people say it doesn't exist but if I remember correctly it's somewhere on the Main Menu Screen. I edited this on day 8 of 8 with no sleep to send off the Final Cut and Extras to meet our already past due deadline to dvd mastering. Partially inebriated and most effectively sleep deprived, the edits are a bit sloppy, but without fail here is a montage of San Francisco B-Roll we accrued during the filming of Macaframa.

Solid.

It's been a long journey for our pal Broke-Ass Stuart.  Seven years ago, he started out making zines about being a broke-ass in SF.  From there he graduated to publishing two books (with a third coming out next month), started a popular blog about living cheap in SF and NYC, and continued being an all around rad dude.  All that hard work has paid off and now he's got a new show “Young Broke & Beautiful” debuting on IFC Friday evening at 11 and is celebrating tonight by getting everyone drunk at Public Works.

The party kicks off at 7pm with an hour's worth of free Sam Adams (get the Summer Ale!), a sneak peak of the show, and live performances by Ashkon, Richie Cunning, The Hard French DJs, and DJ Bad DJ.  On top of all that, there's going to be DIY vendors from the Indie Mart on the scene and food trucks to make sure you don't get too sloppy.

You gotta RSVP at rsvp@brokeassstuart.com to get in, so make sure you do that before you bail out of work today.  And if you can't make it, be sure to watch the premiere Friday night or check out the first episode over on Hulu.

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When someone sends me an email that starts out with “Chick rapper out of Oakland. Fresh.” and I see a pair of tattooed white girls with thick glasses and feather earrings, I start retching.  But damn, this shit is definitely fresh.  Just check out some of the lyrics:

Yeah you can kiss the ring but you could never touch the crown
I smoke a million swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down
Bitch you ain't no Barbie, I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, supersize, hurry up I'm starving

And

The editor, director, plus I'm my own boss, 
so posh nails fierce with the gold gloss
Which means, nobody's getting over me
I got the swag and it's puffin out my ovaries

I, for one, am glam I got to experience this song before End Times.

Fellow UA contributor Josh Constine also notes:

Unlike most of today's rap lyrics, “Gucci Gucci” discusses Bay Area staples that didn't exist in the G-Funk era. With name checks of Twitter, Google, and Adderall (you know, so kids can study hard, get into one of those elite universities, and score a job at these tech companies), Kreayshawn reformats hip hop cliches about drugs and success. The jam is clearly for a modern audience that are more likely to be in the age range of Eazy-E's illegitimate children than his fans.

Full lyrics at the top of the comments, because yer deaf.

Jello Biafra, the pudgy 50-something San Francisco punk rocker-turned-politician-turned-old-punk rocker famous for starting the Dead Kennedys some thirty years ago, is still hella bummed out about the late-90s gentrification in the Mission and rich people living in SF.  Why?  Because dot com yuppies are pushing artists and workers out of the city, turning “Kook City” into a “Dot com Monte Carlo.”  Sure, he might be right, but the lyrics to the first track on Jello Biafra and the Guantanamo School of Medicine's upcoming EP are particularly amusing, if not downright crazy:

Where did they come from Why are they here? Hi-tech piranhas With Bluetooth barnacle ears
Living breathing biohazards
Spit their money in everyone's face
Worship all these shitty indie-pop bands
Babies in cigar bars
Trying to play Gatsby

They want us gone
Close the clubs
We might disturb their lofts

Dot com Monte Carlo
Dot com Monte Carlo

Where's the gangs in the Mission
When you need em?
How 'bout some yuppie drive-bys
For a change?

Never knew geeks
Could be so damn mean
Artists and workers
Bulldozed out by the thousands
Can't afford to be black
Or teach school in this town
My vet had to relocate
To his garage

Where can we go
Oakland, then the Portland, then L.A.?
Their Gold Rush immolated like Pompeii
But they're back!

Dot com Monte Carlo
Yuppie San Francisco
Nowhere left to go
We got news for you

Kook City
Proud of it
You and Nancy Pelosi
Can go straight to hell

Valet parking signs on Valencia
Wanna chase those twits
Down the street with a chainsaw
Trespass their restaurants
Swipe the food off their plates
Til' they hit me
Then smear them with honey
And release thousands of bees

Look at the giant middle finger
They put up by the Bay Bridge
50 floors of luxury condos
Just for them
They're trying to put up more and more
On slippery landfill
So when the big quake comes
We'll drink a toast
Dance in the streets
And watch it all fall down

Timber
Timber
Timber… Die!

Having Mission gangs murder yuppies?  Chasing down twits who use valet parking on Valencia Street (sidenote: is there any valet parking on Valencia?) with a chainsaw before smothering them in honey and releasing a swam of bees on them?  Who does Jello think he is? Inspectah Deck?

Anyway, Ian S. Port of the SF Weekly notes this song is nothing new:

“Dot Com Monte Carlo” has been in the band's live show for a bit now, but its first recorded release will be on the new Enhanced Methods of Questioning EP, due out on Alternative Tentacles May 31 (available earlier online). Check out a visual sample [embedded above], and note the utterly creepy way in which Jello nods to the crowd at the end.

Sadly, there hasn't been any sightings of an old white dude weezing his way through The Summit with a chainsaw, so despite Jello's crazy eyes, don't count on a holocaust of Range patrons happening anytime soon.