Let me get back in your head. You look like a discumbably, little philosophical, but flicked the same with a crook, punky, carfish, half-fiend, that autistic, got about to do the chow-tow side of a 17-day game. Alright, see the base, mill your grandma, they got rape by a cool-tongue, with a Gucci, by the Northern Out-Hell boy. Shut your damn gas up, boy! Off-riding, I don't really get to get to the track, and you're racking and dicking and dacking, and flipping and ripping and dipping and slipping and pipping and dipping and ripping and tipping and tipping and your fat ass. Your name is DJ Chul-