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Man, is he trying to confuse me with fancy words?

Marceau can't drive neither. They done got his old black ass on some fucked up, trumped up bullshit driving while under the influence of jazz smokes and liquer charge. Don't matter baby, jazzman get by on roller skates.

That Freddie Mercury dude. Brother wore some camp as christmas one pieces but he still always got the chicks. But no one with facial hair like that is gay, right?

Jazzman after a sizeable tipple once tried to measure the temperature of the coffee he was drinking to sober his shitfaced badself up with a fridge magnet thermometer - in the days before he said no to caffeine. Crazy fool continued drinking his coffee without realising the thermometer, which only read temperatures up to 40C had burst, spilling deadly mercury into his cup.

The white fool Lucas is to midfield play what my brother Ray Charles was to clay pidgeon shooting. Brother could jive, but, man, that boy couldn't use a gun.

Soup, baby; you crazier than a motherfucker. Crazier than the Klan. They some fucked up red necked sons of bitches.

Uh huh, uh huh. Baby, we making music. Dig.

Dig. Reina one cool bald cat.

Baby, all this Lucas praise is like when the slow kid in school would get a gold star for making it through the day without eating his pencil. Jazzman remember a crazy cracker who used to chomp cardboard and books in class. Jive arse mother fucka now a damn doctor. That's why the jazzman don't trust docs. No way, baby.

Man, you boys on acid. Some crazy sheet right there.

Those damn cockney fools. Jazzman can't believe Parfett has his own guitar DVD out. If you need advice from that cracker clown, give up, my brother.

Man, you're a cool cat for a cloned dude who done wears a white suit. But jazzman is incredulous at the reaction to what was just a decent performance. If Lucas was excellent then what of Gerrard and Johnson's showing? Baby, they ruled like an afro. It's a shame someone like that funky mother fucker Murphy, who was a far better player than Lucas, was not afforded the same support. "Wow, Lucas made a tackle," honky fools could be heard to say. Man, that be the white fool's job. Dig.

Jazzman likes that people want this under hound dog to succeed, but, man, one note don't make a song. All that Lucas is now showing is that he might be worthy of a place in the squad. Nothing more. Dig.

Jazzman would carry them on his back to Arsenal. Dig.

Baby, the Jazzman digs. People getting carried away like Jazzman's uncle Denzil at an all you can eat BBQ. Man, that big negro sure like turkey. Let's see if that damn fool Lucas can produce the goods against a team better than Stoke.