Mandingo’s

Me: It was a clear black night, a clear white moon. I was on the streets trying to consume some wings for the eve, so I can get some nom. Just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone.
Rox Dogg: just hit the eastside of the C-​L-​E on a mission trying to find Mr. Murder Murray. Seen a car full of wings ain’t no need to tweak, all you fowl know what’s up with teriyaki.
Me: so I hooks a left on 120 and Saint, some brothers shooting dice, and a hobo eating paint. I jumped out the ride and said what’s up. Bow tie brothers pulled some bean pies and now I’m stuck.
Rox Dogg: since these girls peepin me, I’ma glide and swerve
These hookers looking so hard, they straight hit the curb. Wontcha think of some ranch and celery sticks, I see my homie with some vegetarians all in his mix.
Me: I’m getting veg-​ed, i’m being assailed. I can’t believe they feeding me kale. They fed me bean soda, and bean based cheddar. I looked at the brotha and said «can’t I just get the newsletter?»
Rox Dogg: they got my homie hemmed up, healthy food all around. Ain’t none of them giving up mozz sticks or crispy crowns. I got to come up from the back like a sniffing hound. Pull out my incisors and lay them busters down.
Me: they got beans to my mouth, I think I’m gonna hurl. I can’t believe this dude still has a jerri curl! If I had wings I would chow, let me contemplate. I glance in the cut and see Rox at the gate.
Rox: sixteen bites in his leg and one to the pole, Rox Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold. Now they droppin and praying. It’s a tad bit late. Rox Dogg and Murder Murray had to regulate.