LOKO…MOKO TUESDAY!!

Yo, what up bmore? Show the big man some love. Yo, I gotta clear da air real quick. Not one bee-atch had the balls to e-mail thy last week. Nobody from Pittsburgh, Cinncinati, or Cleveland. Thatz because no one in their right mindz, wantz to battle me yo.  I weigh 438 pounds, im a big boy. Yo, I love my Raven fans in bmore.

Yo, I was pissed my bar didnt put the Ravens game on. The bartender tells me, they order direct tv nfl before the season opener. I came close to popping him. Only reason I didnt, was cause he is like 90 years old. I dont know if he can survive one my uppercuts with all my body weight behind me…dig me?

I did get into a argument this week. This little man, had on a Chiefs shirt. I said they s*ck. He tries to act all bad, and get up in my grill. I told him, yo, i will slap your hair off your face shrimp. His boy acts like his little boney buddy is bad. He like, yo you dont wanna go to jail for beating up this fat pig. I said yo, this fat pig will beat both of you down. I said I can tape my knuckles up real fast, and we can exchange blows.

Yo, I like Ray Lewis, I will blitz yo *ss, and tackle you on the concrete. Imagine me, on top of you throwing blows. My 438 pound frame, punching you in the grill, screaming in anger. Yo, thats what that Chief fan almost got himself, a free *ss whipping. My boy Tim, sign auotgraphs with a ink pen, yo, i give autographs with my knuckle.

I wanna say what up Ravens. Yo, I hear you like to read my stroies(stories). Yo, yall better beat them jets. I give Rex Ryan some props, trying to get us fat people involved in sports. But yo, Ravens gonna stomp them New Yorkers. Thats it for now cuz, gotta run, got the munchies for some Nathans hotdogs.