Illin da flow, yo g mo

This past week during lunch, there has been a lot of talk at the table about people freestylin eachother. I know I suck at that crap, and openly admit it. So I just make fun and piss people off, hoping they will flow about me or something. BoB flowed one line, about a poptart or something, it was dumb and was stopped by my laughing at him. I got one fellow, John, to flow a quick line about me. It was something about me blowing up like this one kids testicle elephantitis. That was the only flow, other than mine. Mine was about me being a tall, white guy, who sucks at flowin.

BoB, a big ghetto dude, claims he's the best at tha game of flowin. I tell him over and over to flow with someone, but says it's not worth it. Then he just stands there moving like he's going to start freestylin or something. I make fun of him, saying he gets all of his flows from websites. That's why he only does this stuff while online, not in person. Others claim they will do it, but the other person has to start first. It's stupid, and I'm tired of it.

So BoB instant messaged me, and asked me if I wanted to see some of his lyrics. You can view those lyrics here (contain some explicit lyrics, I think. I only read half, then got tired). I will probably never know whether or not he wrote that, and I really don't care. But man, that's a lot to remember, maybe that's why he only does it online. It's a lot easier to copy and paste.

So during our conversation online, I decided to do a little lyric writing myself. View our complete conversation here. My lyrics are so much cooler than his, man. I may have gotten a little carried away. But I won! Because he was so scared he gave up. Now I'm rollin deep wit ma gansta's, yo. You can call me 57 cent. T-Unit!

I did a quick search for: "Freestyle lyrics" and this was the first page on the list. It's a bunch of people who freestyle eachother. BoB, get out your pen and paper and start copying. I'll have some fresh flows for you tomorrow.

Ok, enough of that. I had a pretty funny post planned for today, but I left my camera in my locker Thursday, and Friday we got cancelled. Maybe next week, kids.

Today is my brother's 19th birthday. He's in Florida going to college, and patiently waiting for Uncle Sam to give him a call. He joined the reserves last year and will probably be getting shipped out, with the rest of the United States' soldiers. Happy Birthday, Brandon! Don't party to hard tonight!

Why do these posts seem funnier when they are in my head? Kills me.