Who said that? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? SIR I SAID IT SIR! Well ... no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister. You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you. Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
Pimp shit, basically. Slick talk so smooth that it's swagger jacker-proof. Slick talk so prolific and profound that muthafuckas can't just bite off that shit, cuz it's in ya, not on ya.
First Guy: "Kristine Ngo got that slick talk down on her blog."
Second Guy: "Yeah but she can't spit game like a true playa."
First Guy: "What the fuck you talkin' bout? Women invented the game. And her mouthpiece is silk and satin, signed wit a patent, daddy."