I was born to be king. There is something inherently regal about wearing a crown. I don’t know what it is, but the chicks really dig it. See, sometimes I go out in public, and I ask them. “Hey pretty lady,” Nine times out of ten, they’ll say they dig him. Me, that is. The one out of ten that doesn’t like me, who cares. You ever hear of a meal fit to serve a king? The king. I’m the friggin king. _____________ |
Thursday, March 26, 2009
the king
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It's good to be da king.
ReplyDeleteNow king me.