I Hop

Oh, I got it. All right. What's up, Gil Tony? My friends call me IHOP, and I don't get it because I'm a fucking Waffle House guy. I had a girl outside come up and she says, you look like Brad Pitt. Or, no, armpit. Yeah, she said, you look like an armpit. I'm loving Austin, man. The speed limit here is 85 miles an hour in some places. I'm like, fuck yeah, I'm down for some racing, man. I used to do some racing back in my day, but now with automobiles, a different kind of racing, you know? hell yeah fucking a man you know i did i lost my leg in a bike rack after the accident i did a lot of drinking and drugs then people want to tell you hey you need to slow down and maybe go to aa i can't go to fucking aa that's a 12-step program and i don't do steps fuck i had to hop up three flights just getting this motherfucker the last thing you need to know about me is i love me some stanky putsy boy you know that kind of pussy that makes your dick want to come up for air hey I'm i hop give it up for kill tony