Me getting mad at you for what the scale says is getting kind of old. But I don't give a f***. It's what I do. And what do you do? Not much really. But what you should do is go f*** the scale up. Piss runs downhill and since you're above the scale in this hierarchy you better start pissing ON him, because you're pissing me OFF. I had a usual day for eating with the exception of having a pretty small dinner. I came back later and had a protein shake and a banana before working out to curb the hunger. So this morning I was really expecting to see a slight decrease and not a slight increase. And yes, I hear you. Its small. But what am I supposed to do? My philosophy is to f*** you up. I'm not insane. In fact, I'm kinda rational. Should I figure out a scale of pissitivity? Half a pound is nothing to be mad at... But what if it happens two days in a row? What about three? Look, I think very deeply and I can't be happy about that outcome. I can't be happy with this either. OK, I get it. I can. Just a few weeks back I was 250. Good point, but I'm not about complacency. I can't be happy where I am because its not where I want to be. And if I can't be happy it must be your fault. If its your fault I'm not happy, you better not be happy. Are you f***ing smiling? I will knock those paper mache teeth out of you muthaf***in mouth. Get mad! Get mad at that scale and knock some damned sense into it, before I get rid of it and make you the bottom of this food chain. I will attack you like you're the body fat that the stupid a** scale can't keep track of and break you down. Cell by f***ing cell until you aren't s**t. You f***ing amoeba.
PS. I don't play around nor do I f around
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds? A little unrational
A lot of mc's like to use the word dramatical
Fresh for '88, you suckas
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