Frost-brewed Batch Light
What's up, jokes. Been like a year since I made a post. I've been busy not raping people. Hide your kids, hide you wife, hide your husbands, 'cause Batch is throwing TDs out here. What a game for me.
The talking heads back in Joketown are all talking about Dixon vs. Leftwich. More like Dick's in Leftpicksix. Guaranteed: Go down to PF Chang's on the Waterfront, and they have pictures of me everywhere. I'm not even Chinese.
So, yeah, I threw that pick last night. Big deal. Wasn't my fault. The dude who took it to the house has an apostrophe in his first name. No one with a first name like that has ever done anything significant. This time next week, Sha'Quan Johnson will be dressing up like that cow outside of Chik-Fil-A.
Me? I'll be just going to work, throwing bombs like Hiroshima.
2 Comentários:
Damn skippy, Charlie.
"Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms."
This blog should post much, much, much more often.
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