Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat.
No more. No more meat. My meat is beaten bloody and bruised from slapping and rapping. Rapping and Wrestling and Rockin and Rollin and Gaming and Gettin Rad, i'm such a busy man these days, my body's feelin bad.
Gosh i can't help but feel something was missing from this Chicago show. I can't put my finger on it. Like someone who was supposed to be there but got fired for shoving a nerd in a locker, cause keeping it real is always punished in this fake ass world.
Whatever it doesn't matter, Jungle Boy's pure evil and has to be stopped, that's all i care about.