Mister T snuck outta the crib last night.
Went out to the club and got in a fight.
Mom didn’t see this scratch till the mornin’ light,
She didn’t even know about his midnight plight!
Yeah, so I’m not a rapper. Obviously. In other news, T has a huge scratch on his face. Not sure how it happened. His nails were trimmed, I swear. He’s handling it better than I am… It doesn’t even seem to bother him. Probably because his dad told him that chicks dig scars. Oh well, I suppose it’s just one of many he’ll have over the next 18 years or so!