The Boshtrich replies ...
Kiss the rings, bitch. Let me bring it in English:
My shot from the top of the key frees up swingmen.
So no, I'm not copping a plea for my scoreless finish.
Chewing me out?
My diamonds get caught in your teeth like corn and spinach.
I'm a two-time champ, eight-time All-Star and gold med'list.
Trophy case growing faster than LeBron's forehead is.
My neck is long to fit all the chains I can buy.
Don't call me Robyn. I prefer Mr. $17.5.
That's millions, son, as in how much I cash in a year.
I'm a max player; you're shopping at T.J. Maxx's for gear.
The Heat wanted me for a reason, for seasons I've been important.
I was the best in Canada. You were filling your fat face with Tim Horton's.
Plus with Wade's knees and James' hair, I'm the only one not aging yet.
As for this last brag, well, meet Adrienne:
