Well I got Proof for this one. So I was walking my lion, who always had a Lil Whiyne, named Dogg, and I saw an Eminem wrapper. So I picked it up and threw it away while some lady dRaked her leaves in her lawn. I went to the Circle K and bought some Ice T with a hint of Vanilla and some Ice Cubes. I named my pretzel Twisted Insane, because Dr. Dre said naming things was better for my health. My dad came home yelling 'Shake hur Tupac of jello!" I frowned on how wrong that sounded and took the Eazy way out of my house. The back door. Due to my Xzibit of bad behavior, the best rapper has got to be... *error too much awesomeness*

Ha. TribalWolfGirl I beat you like a slave.