I used to think immature things

Like do you still want me? Are you gonna call me? Is this even you're real phone number? WAIT A MINUTE MUTHA FUCKA!

See, I decided he'd rather rap than blog. So I decided to jump on my mutha fuckin' hog. Head through the Arizona desert, off the beaten path. And stop in the desert just to do some math. I took my textbooks, sliding rule and calculator. I played a game of contig with a new breed of desert aligator. I found a tribe, that wouldn't lie, so I told them all about the land of escalators. They made me their king. I did math and damn near singed. Then realized my grammar was failing and said, "See ya, later."