Rule Number Six

In Memphis, sometimes you have to spell out the obvious.

Um... yea... I saw something weird.

There's some cat outside in a pink van snatching up kids.

I Gotz Ice Cream Cones!

And if you fiends wanna lick, it's gonna cost you 20 bones!

They 10's, they 10's, but I keepz dem clean though.

What's better than being an ice cream man and driving an ice cream truck you ask?

Well, I will tell you.

Taking yo mamma's old Chevy van, sprayin' it pink and luring children into your creepy creepy creepy world.

Just remember......

Before jumping in da game, let's get one thing understood.
If you gonna sell dat ice cream, make sure it's fucking good.

Hey Gamecocks? Fuck you.

Steve Spurrier's fighting visors bit da big one tonight.

Holy Shit! I should have kicked a goddamn field goal!

So in honor of my alma mater, I give you this gem.

Captured on da dirty streets of Memfrica.

Hey South Carolina? Kentucky says, "Fuck you."