Thursday, May 27, 2010

Ludacris Meditates on the Limitations of Language

Ludacris, modern day T.S. Eliot, contemplates the ineffability of his chick's badness:

My chick bad
Badder than yours
My chick do stuff
That I can't even put in words
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