Looks like a discombobbable philosophical, but flaked the same with a krip-punky crawfish, half peanut on the tip, the gala bop, doing the cha-cha side with 17, they came all right to the base, and your grandma got re-fied, cool, tellin' me to Gucci, but a northern out-hell boy, I swear to God I really gotta get you to the track and the record and the dick and the back and the flip and the rip and the dip and the slip and the dip and the dip and the rip and the dip and the dip and the fat ass. Your name is DJ Trunks. like DJ.