so it's like this, sometimes you gotta run with
the bulls, get the horns, toot your own and blow
through chests of kings when you beat 'em at
chess. but that shit's gayer than jewish rappers
gloryholing jack kerouac in rap songs called
'Dr. Free' , no really, I should be passing the
fuck out but for some reason I'm hunched over
my keyborad and my neck is starting to ache.
I could teach ya'll to trade.