Published on September 29th, 2011 | by thetoolsman87
I Fear Not.
Hey people. Those who follow me on Twitter would have seen my tweet about the post I was initially going to put up being too serious so I made like Obama and flipped the script. Let’s have some fun today.. you know, break the rules, skip the categories and just talk. What do I want to talk about. Well, There’s something I’ve had in mind for a while and since this week has been mostly about you guys, the comments and feedback, I’ll just share my thoughts and see what y’all think about it.
Let’s talk about our fears.
No, I’m not talking about the deep kinda stuff like your fear of never getting married or not having kids. I’m basically just freestyling here, so lets keep it simple and short too.
To the fellas reading this, have you ever been with your lady, you know, kicking it, having fun and all of a sudden, some sugar-high cockroach decides to dull your shine by making a grand entrance into your room? I’m saying, like you’re approaching second base and the low down dirty thing decides to test-run its new pair of wings gliding from one end of the room to the other.
That has probably happened a few times to a few people here right? So, five out of six times, in such situations, the MAN would probably take control, depending on how ghetto you are, you either swap the mo-fo with the back of your hands, pick a shoe or run to go get a bug spray. Whichever way you decide, my point is, the MAN handles the situation.. yeah?
Ok, hold that thought…
Picture the same scene above but replace the roach from Uncle Joe’s apartment with any member of Ratatouille’s gangster looking fam. Yup, a rat. It decides to get an afternoon snack somewhere in your room while you’re getting your freak on. Your chic sees it and freaks out on you. Once again, the seemingly logical thing to do here will be to show yourself as the alpha male that you are and move swiftly lifting your chic with one hand and using the pinkie toe on your left leg to pin Jerry the rat by its tail. Right?
Hi, my name is Toolsman and I hate roaches so much, they scare me…. well, for the first few seconds I come across them. Then I go all gangster and do the stuff I described above. Yes. Seriously. I also hate snakes. Like totally. But if you must know I have a pet spider.. no, not on my iPad.. like a real one.. Oscar..
Anyways, this one is for all of us who rap along with Rick Ross talking about Big Meech and Larry Hoover. Yeah … Yeah, we know… Let’s see how many of you guys can open up and publicly admit to getting scared sh*tles of certain things. Use the comment box and speak your mind, you never know, it might just save your life.