We all know what the fuck Cheerios are. It’s a breakfast cereal made by General Mills. We are supposed to associate ’smiles’ with Cheerios, hence the name. Imagine someone pissing in your Cheerios; instantaneous hostility, bewildered looks, and all sorts of other fucked up behavior will come out.

Back to the equivalent to pissing in your Cheerios, or shall I say, my cheerios.

When I’m rocking out, with my cock out. Pardon me, but that was funny; but when I’m rocking out listening to my thugged out gangster smash on my radio or mp3 player, I don’t welcome disturbances. What’ll make this nerd turn into a hostile fella is when I have some gangsta smash on, and then the DJ switches the shit up and puts some soft ass R&B shit on. I’m like, "Look motherfucker. There’s a time and place for all that shit". The worst is when you rely on these impotent DJ’s for blessing your speakers with some new and exclusive shit and they, either start shouting out all of their ignorant friends, screaming out that you should hit them up on myspace, or better yet rewinding the track to the beginning. Some DJ’s fucks with the payola, and I think if you spin the record back to the beginning, it counts as a spin. Usually exclusive shit is only a sample. DJ’s have mastered a method to pissing in your Cheerios by making a 1 minute song end up being 10 minutes, by continually rewinding it, shouting out their sneakers, and all other shit.

Here are some ways this can fuck your whole game up. I’m about to get detroit on that ass for a minute or two. What this means in detail, there will be broken grammar rules, intentional spelling mistakes, and vulgar language. If you can’t handle it…. GROW UP!

You just copped a tight ass whip, put that bitch on D’s, its hot out, you got yo’ whips tits out.. nigga straight ballin. I mean, nigga feeling chunky. wrists on ice, got guap and you fucks wit red monkeys??? got yo bitch in shotty, and maybe a couple of niggas in the back. You just takin a spin, and ya’ll niggas aint got shit to do. you just stuntin around the block, showin’ off. beat all low; and duke got a system too, so you just play wit dat shit and keep it low until some hot shit come on. all of a sudden, "Whoo Kidddddddd". you like, "word, that’s my nigga. bet you he play that new fiddy track". and you hear it. now you feeling propa’. you got the guap, whip, bitch, niggas, ice, system on smash, wheels is chrome, and some new hot shit is on… its a wrap. now you slow down, thow that beat on blast, and just stunt so niggas can see you. you know eyr’body can’t help but to notice and you loving it. all of a sudden you half-way thoo the block, this nigga gone spin some R&B shit on you and you ain’t even know it was coming. now how the fuck you gone redeem yo’self after that nigga done played you like that. that shit aint straight. das suh pussay bumba-clot bacyahd boi eer’mi nah. now its time to bruck-out

And thats how a nigga will piss in your Cheerios.