So, for those of you who weren’t aware, I got braces.
Not the old school big ass brackets, but those little clear liners. The retainers. Except, here’s the thing…they give me a lisp. Yeah. Like the speech impediment I had as a kid.
Not only that, but I can’t rap worth a fuck now, because my damned tongue keeps getting caught on the bottom of this retainer. I don’t know how rappers do it with grills.
However, just sitting here, I look like that’s what I’m doing. Just like I’m sitting here doing the rapper “look at my grill” mouth. For nothing.
This shit is fucking ridiculous.
It’s supposed to ease off after a couple of days, and Jesus, let’s hope so. Do y’all know how much speech therapy I had for that fucking lisp? It wasn’t a minimal fucking amount.
I’m over here fucking regressing y’all. However, in 22 weeks I will have a perfect smile, no spaces. So we’re riding it out, I don’t give a fuck if I sound like Daffy Duck over here trying to rap Finnesse2Times.
Speaking of, this is one of my new favorite tracks. Here’s why:
“Hands off, I am not friendly
Learned a lot of discipline in the penitentiary.
I don’t like when people talk over me
I’m humble but ain’t no ho in me.”
I may not be able to rap right now, but when I can. I think I might just sit around like I have a grill piece for the fuck of it when I’m done. Just to throw people completely the fuck off.
Yea. Watch me go. Switching up the Bitchface. Y’all know I like to keep chopping shit up.
"Daffy Duck" I literally gaffawed just then. You are truly a gem!