by Sawyer1093 October 10, 2012

DJ Epidemik is recognized as a dynamic and innovative figure in the music scene, particularly in New York City. He has a significant following on platforms like Instagram, where he shares content related to his music and events. DJ Epidemik is known for his contributions to the music industry and has been mentioned in connection with Rappin Lounge Radio, indicating his involvement in the radio scene as well. His style and influence seem to be appreciated by peers and listeners alike.
by EPMK October 30, 2023

dude what colour is the jolly green giant?
me: the answer is in your question stupid. stop pulling a dj clarke
me: the answer is in your question stupid. stop pulling a dj clarke
by shadarryl August 12, 2016

by Priscilla D March 15, 2024

DJ PURPLE AKI
(proper noun)
The absolute menace of Punjabi wedding receptions. Instead of “hands in the air,” man screams: “Boys’ side only, trousers down to your knees — QUAD FLEX FOR THE GROOM!”
So the lads pile onto the dancefloor, pants round ankles, hitting front quads and side chests while the auntiyan clap like it’s the Olympia. Uncles are spilling whisky mid-lat spread, and Nanaji’s trying a vacuum pose with his turban sliding off but then faints due to lack of oxygen. Then disaster — Choda’s cock slips clean out mid-flex. Instead of covering up, he commits: launches into a full helicopter, spinning it in time with the beat.
Dholi Harps doesn’t miss a step — he leans in with the dhol, and Choda slaps his meat right onto the drum skin, each thwack syncing with the rhythm. The hall goes feral. Auntiyan screaming, kids crying, uncles shouting “balle balle!” while filming on Snapchat. Groom’s crying tears of pride as his cousin’s cock provides live percussion.
By the end, shirts are ripped, suits ruined, gulab jamun untouched, and the reception video looks like Mr Olympia meets Brazzers: Southall Edition.
(proper noun)
The absolute menace of Punjabi wedding receptions. Instead of “hands in the air,” man screams: “Boys’ side only, trousers down to your knees — QUAD FLEX FOR THE GROOM!”
So the lads pile onto the dancefloor, pants round ankles, hitting front quads and side chests while the auntiyan clap like it’s the Olympia. Uncles are spilling whisky mid-lat spread, and Nanaji’s trying a vacuum pose with his turban sliding off but then faints due to lack of oxygen. Then disaster — Choda’s cock slips clean out mid-flex. Instead of covering up, he commits: launches into a full helicopter, spinning it in time with the beat.
Dholi Harps doesn’t miss a step — he leans in with the dhol, and Choda slaps his meat right onto the drum skin, each thwack syncing with the rhythm. The hall goes feral. Auntiyan screaming, kids crying, uncles shouting “balle balle!” while filming on Snapchat. Groom’s crying tears of pride as his cousin’s cock provides live percussion.
By the end, shirts are ripped, suits ruined, gulab jamun untouched, and the reception video looks like Mr Olympia meets Brazzers: Southall Edition.
Example in a sentence:
“Bruv, my cousin’s wedding was peak. DJ PURPLE AKI made everyone flex for the groom, then Choda’s cock popped out and he slapped it on Dholi Harps’ drum. Auntiyan fainted, groom was buzzing.”
“Bruv, my cousin’s wedding was peak. DJ PURPLE AKI made everyone flex for the groom, then Choda’s cock popped out and he slapped it on Dholi Harps’ drum. Auntiyan fainted, groom was buzzing.”
by BikBoiCoq August 27, 2025
