How boring would it be if I simply crushed you, cockroach, without first reassembling my stomping shoe with samples from obscure, ironic records.
When i ride the elevator, i play by the rules. absolutely no eye contact and shame on you if the thought of conversation even crossed your mind
"This shit I'm holding in my left hand is lame."
"Yo LRG, Kanye and Just Blaze are getting paid, so where's my endorsement check??"
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HAHAHAHA
"Take my hat off? Never that, son."
"where'd my career go?"
Seriously.
Slow day?
Ohh, shouldn't have messed with extra sriracha on that double bacon cheeseburger. Oh well. Good thing I put clean underpants in my writer.