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Yo.
My son has a ghetto streak a mile wide.

Yeah, my shirt's on backward and I'm rockin' this 'do rag. What about it?

Don't let my smile fool you...I'm hard core. With my wife-beater tucked into my Cars boxers.
And my gold chain.

And my carrot.
Yo.

Fear me.

Watch yourself, Diddy.
I put this ensemble together myself.
Ski hat. Check.
Cabela's key holder. Check.
ND t-shirt - belted. Check.
Cowboy boots. Check.

Word.