What you got? You think this is a hustle? I’m pretty sure you don’t know me or the Don Kix I rode in on. That shit talkin’ is straight bullshit. Fresh Kid Icing around the block. Oi. Please.
(QUICK ASIDE: The Pharcyde’s “Ya Mama”. Possibly the best diss track of all time.)
Personally, I prefer constant contradiction. What’s that? No that’s that. You’re right, but you’re wrong. I hate America and love America. I’m sure you can relate but I’d rather you didn’t.
WHO DAT? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints? WHO DAT? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?
FYI I found out the other day that the bald eagle is a frat boy. It’s gonna be really sad when it goes extinct. Inevitable. “We regret to inform you tonight that last remaining member of the species Haliaeetus leucocephalus more commonly known as the ‘Bald Eagle’ died. Our thoughts and our prayers and the stern face that I’m making right now go out to each American family out there. These are troubling times. God Bless us all.”
Sometimes shittalking comes in the form of advice. I had someone say, just the other day, hey, why don’t you go fuck yourself? Thanks! Might take you up on that!
Oh and the Christians. Jesus. God hath decreed: “Don’t Listen BUT YELL.” If you can keep that up for five minutes, you can keep it up for a lifetime. The whole thing can’t be right. Remember Casanova, there is neither bread nor wine in two thirds of our world.
But ultimately we are full of all ourselves. Linear or not. So quit talking shit, and keep talking shit.
I remember one time, not too long ago, when absolutely nothing happened.
The mic hits the floor. Microphone for sale.
Tune in next week for the flava investigating the color pink. In the meantime become fan of Chicken Flava on Facebook or you could even follow him as he twats on Twitter. He just figured out how to retweet and it makes him feel funny on the outside.
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