Sometimes, when I hear the words penned by a particularly brilliant lyricist, I want to wander the forests feeding off of wild mushrooms and dead birds in self-imposed exile, leaving only when I've found a way to write something just as profound.
Observe this line in DJ Kayslay's 2010 "Thug Luv" (not to be confused with Tupac's version):
"Spaghetti with no onions/ she got pretty feet, toes with no bunions."
See ya around, kids- I'll be in the wilderness for a while.
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