Mr. T spots the vile lyricist, but he must first get through Chuck the Bodyguard before he can put an end to Eminem's vulgar jibba-jabba.
Mr. T spots the vile lyricist, but he must first get through
Chuck the Bodyguard before he can put an end to Eminem's vulgar
jibba-jabba.
Chuck's hypnotic sunglasses mesmerize Mr. T to the point of
[gasp] weakness. Mr. T is about to be dragged to the dock to
finally be captured by Col. Decker.
But Mr. T has other plans.. it looks like that milk kicked in
just in time.
Mr. T knows how bleached-hair whitey rappers think, and he knows
where to look for Eminem...