Get OUT of my face.
Man, I know good and damn well I look tired. So how come everyone wants to talk to me before I can even get my lab coat on? Why is the same heffa calling me talkin about "oh.. wrong number". That was okay TWICE. But damn heffa, 5 times? In the past 15 minutes? Are you RETARDED? Damn! Get one of those phones with the giant old people numbers! Or just give up and wait for that nigga to call YOU! But leave me alone! And why is it that the hot breath niggas always wanna call me out on being mean. Nigga, I ain't mean, I'm sleep deprived and YOU STINK (well okay... I'm mean too). I didn't walk my sleepy ass out in the production area to TALK to you. But no matter what I am, you'd never have to deal with it if you GOT OUTTA MY FACE! You freakin smell! Damn. Breath smellin like sweaty ass or something... like that funky smell in the gym when them rude ass un-coloreds don't wipe off the inner thigh machine and you go to sit on it and right before you do you smell something and look down and see the machine covered in nasty no-draws wearin whitey heffa sweat. UGH. I actually had to give homie three of my sacred certs. Ol yuck mouth nigga. Call me mean... brush your teeth homie! Blah. As you can see, today has started off beautifully for Her Imperial Majesty. I'm tired. I ain't writing no more. I still smell dudes breath... that shit permeated my damn sinus cavity with ruthless agression. Booo. Anyways, the homie and Imperial Music Consultant (although I may have to reconsider his position, LOL) is conducting a pageant. It is a very prestigious pageant. It is a pageant where many have entered, but only one shall win (I think. Hell, all them niggas listed are worthy of the award, but that's just my li'l regal opinion). You all must go to Panama's site right now and view the contestants. That is all. I have mandated it, and it shall be so. Now if you'll exuse me, I'm gonna go drink some of momma's Crack Tea before someone feels the wrath of the Imperial Box Cutter. Dumb asses with they hot breath. BLAH. I'm out.
posted by MiniMee at 8:41:00 AM
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Awww here you go, P. But see, it's not just a Mint Condition song, its the limited, uncut version of a classic 90's love song (a LOVE SONG, man! You know how rare and important that is? Huh? Do you?) played on V103 and KACE circa 1990-ish. How you gonna be the Almighty Imperial Music Guru Consultant Guy and you ain't got the Mint? AND we ain't gonna get on the fact you like JE... thats a whole other post.
*sigh* I guess I'll cut you some slack though. I told you, I'll keep you on the side since you got almost everything else I want, LOL.
"nasty no-draws wearin whitey heffa sweat"
lol... them funky ass crackers be buggin with that!
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