The Guy That Raised The Price Of AIDS Medication By 5,500% Bought The $2 Million Dollar Wu-Tang Album

BSO- You’ll recall the Wu’s “Once Upon a Time in Shaolin” was recently sold to an anonymous buyer, and now Bloomberg says Shkreli is the guy who pulled the trigger — dropping $2 million to snatch up the album.

32-year-old Shkreli is the hedge fund manager and pharmaceutical exec who made headlines earlier this year for jacking up the price on a cancer/AIDS medication … from $13.50 to $750 per pill.

Shkreli, who grew up in Brooklyn, said he loves the Wu-Tang classic “C.R.E.A.M.” … naturally. Unbelievably, he also says he hasn’t listened to ‘Shaolin’ yet! He says, “I could be convinced to listen to it earlier if Taylor Swift wants to hear it or something like that” … but otherwise he’s saving it for a rainy day.

As part of the Wu-Tang purchase, Shkreli has to keep the music under wraps for 88 years — so, he’s gonna die with it. And you can start pouring the haterade now because he’s already bragging about his next potential purchase.



There is only one fate worse for a piece of lyrical art forged by the Wu-Tang Clan than never being heard, and that fate is being heard only by potentially the biggest scumbag in the world. As much as I hope this guys suffers a terribly painful, untimely death, I can't not respect his decision to purchase the $2 million dollar Wu-Tang album. This is just what Martin Shkreli does. He's a professional troll. He's got all the money in the world. He's not worried about pissing away seven figures on something he doesn't even really want all that bad. He wants the publicity of doing so. He gets off on it. I would say that he loves playing the villain, but I am all but certain that he's not acting. He's like the Joker in Batman. He just wants to see the world burn. Raising the price of a drug that could potentially help the victims of an oft-terminal disease by over 5,000%? That's not good business, it's just bad publicity. Bad publicity that this self inspired sycophant relishes in. Buying a Wu-Tang Album that probably isn't all that good, and has the resale value of Ghostface Killah's sweatpant collection, serves no purpose other than to make everyone that cherishes 90's hip hop die a little inside. The fact that no one else can have it makes it worth 2 million dollars to him, because nothing is more valuable than the misery of others. He's a sick, sick man, but don't you dare tell me he's not a calculated sick man. A calculated sick man who only wants one thing out of life and that is for everyone else to get nothing out of it.

Now knowing the identity of the monster that purchased their treasured secret work, the price tag on this douchebag's head has to be higher than the sticker price of that album, no? If there is one thing I could count on Wu-Tang never to do, it's sellout. I hope this guy has his $2 million dollar investment hidden pretty well, and it better not be under the mattress, because that's the first place the Wu is going to check when they murder this guy in cold blood.​ Remember the scene in 'Training Day' when Denzel thinks he's invincible and gets shot a billion times in the street? That's how I imagine Martin Shkreli dying. Just standing in the middle of a gated community screaming "KING KONG DOES NOT HAVE SHIT ON ME!" in his squeaky little white boy voice before getting sent to hell in a hand basket. Again, I have to tip my cap to this guy for going all in on being a filthy rich troll, but the Wu-Tang Clan is undoubtedly not the group I would take aim at to make a statement. Gather the troops RZA. Empty 36 chambers into is skull Meth. Serve him a nice cold plate of revenge Raekwon.  Do it for the children!!!