When they needs the bananas, nine out of ten Yoshis come to me.
Imagine this: You a pastel-colored dinosaur hidden inside a gyrating egg, and there’s only one thing you need in this Godforsaken world and that’s a banana. Now, I ask, who are you going to turn to? To Toad? To that slut Peach? Hell no. Nine out of ten Yoshis needin’ bananas come to ME.
That’s because I gots what you might call mad fruit management. When them fat tree-headed chicks be grooving with their pineapples and hot peppers, they know when I come and asks for the bananas they better just GIVE ‘EM ON UP, ‘cuz I gots me a Yoshi to go juice some chumps wit. They know I gots to get my FRUIT on, so I can go Yoshi me up some sunshines.
Yoshi knows I’m gonna do right by him. I don’t get none of my Yoshi’s wet, even when I’m chillin’ on my ragtop fruit barge. No man, that’s for the laaaadies. I gots me serious coin, I didn’t get none of it by dunkin’ no Yoshis. No sir, when I sidle up to one of ‘em wigglin’ eggs with a banana in one hand and my piece in the other, them purple dinosaurs be DOWN with that and ready to give up the juice. Werd.
Well, nine out of ten Yoshis agree. That tenth bitch, in the amusement park, had it comin’. That’s all I’m sayin’.
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