Thursday, September 27, 2012

To Those Who Don't Know About Me

TO THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME

My steeze is the shit, my dance moves legit. Haters roll out or they wigs get split. Chicks feel my style, Steve get them wild. My money’s so young, my bank pedophile.

TO THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME AND AREN’T TOO INTO HIP-HOP AND/OR DON’T KNOW MUCH MODERN SLANG

My style is very good and my dance moves are comparatively good. Anybody who disagrees with either or both of these things is not my friend and they better not talk to me or I’ll probably strike them or use weapons on them that I am most certainly hiding in my over-sized clothing. Again, on my style, it’s very good and it particularly quells the interest of the female gender. My name is Steve by the way, if I haven’t mentioned it before and in addition to my clothes and the way I carry myself, other attributes I possess make girls very pleased to be in my general area. I’m rich but it is not through inheritance or family money. The money in my name is very new and I earned it all myself. It’s so new, you might even say (now this is only pretending that money and organizations that deal with money, such as banks, have genitals and are human) that it is below the legal age limit in which to participate in consensual sex. So, if an organization that were around for awhile, were to start holding my money, you could make the connection that said organization could be viewed as someone who has an unhealthy brain that is very attracted to others who are very young.

TO THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME AND THINK A HIP-HOP IS WHAT SENT THEIR FRIEND MILES BACK TO THE HOME FOR THE THIRD TIME AND WHO DON’T KNOW A THING ABOUT MODERN SLANG AND HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN ONE SINGLE PROGRAM ON MTV SINCE IT BECAME “MEDIA” TELEVISION

Consarn it, the chicky babies think I’m the most and I can dance almost as good as the fella with the hair in that Grease movie. Anyone who disagrees, well I’ll just have to pretend you’re one of the PRs and I’m one of the Jets and we can rumble in the alley if it’s going to come down to brass tacks. Conflab it, if you didn’t hear me the first time well then get the wax out of your ears and listen up! Girls think I’m swell! They like the keen clothes I wear. They go nutso when they see me! Pleased to meet you, I’m Steve. I got a quarter. This should get me a cherry coke and a cheeseburger, right? Damn hippies...

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