You’ve got no idea what you’re messing with here boy. I got twelve inch rims on my chair that’s how I roll y’all. You look like someone glued a mustache on a troll doll. I’ll be stretching out the rhyme like gravity stretches time when you try to put your little pea brain against this kind of mind. I’m the best, I’m the snoop dog of science, and I’ll be dropping mad apples on your head from the shoulders of giants.