Yo I was think’n today that those dinosaurs… You know those big fuck’n lizard things? They be like fucked up and shit!
Yo I was down at the Western Union cash’n my New Edition Reunion tour check so I decided to celebrate… You know celebrate. So I was smoke’n some rocks down by the Children’s room at the library (The adult library people have some stupid rules about not smoke’n crack in the library, I know it’s bull, yo they should put up sign that says “no smoking crack” if they don’t want people smoke’n crack) So I was gett’n my rock on with the young’uns when some little homie came up to me and roared! Little motherfucker said he was T-Rex and I almost believed him too. Little dude was convince’n. Then the little homie showed me this paper book called “Dinosaurs” or something, wait maybe it was called “Bonfire Of The Vanities”. I don't know, I'm still high as a mother fucker!
Yo there was like so many giant bugs… I mean like lizards, but they ain’t lizards! They’re like giant too, almost as big as me after I left New Edition! They’re old too, real fuck’n old! Man these things are scary! Lucky they only existed in like the 1930’s in Jolly Old England, I wouldn’t want to run into one of them you’d have to know karate or something or they would fuck your ass up. That’s cool though I’m street smart if I ran into a T-Rex I’d be like “yo” and then “snap” and I’d like pimp slap that giant razor toothed motherfucker in the jaw. If I can take on a pissed off Whitney dinosaurs don’t stand a chance. Speaking of which Whitney is getting pretty old soon she’ll be a dinosaur. Oh shit I think she’s home later sciencey peoples!
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