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- Dec 18, 2008
Have you ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just ain't no good? The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed, and the chicken tastes like wood. So you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you're full and then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite he ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!" So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate and your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food" So you pile some more on your plate while the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin' of the moment that it's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin' into something that looks like cheese. Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place I don't care what these people think, I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks." So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate and then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been and he says, "I understand about the food, baby bubba, but we're still friends." With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin' to the bang bang boogie.
