Love Da Drizzle, Fo Shizzle
Push aside that gin and juice track. Even if you can rap ALL the words, or really know any of the words other than gin and juice.
Now Snoop’s moved on from Tanqueray and into a freezer isle near you. “Checkin’ applications for the Hot Pockets fan club Pepperoni pizza, much better than some fish eggs.”
Snoop’s got a message for you to hear out when your munchies get attitude:
“When the craving’s got a hold of you, pocket like it’s hot.”
What do you think you’re doing in the kitchen, or with your life? It’s simple. Invest in Hot Pockets. You must heat it to eat it. Make some cheese with the chessy drizzle. Cheesy drizzle is actually not quite cheese. It’s the fourth state of cheese matter, believed to be superior in taste to the normal cheese that is served in block form or a net-like ooze onto pizza, and once eaten allows you to become a G, like Andy Milonakis, in a steam room of lovely-possibly-sedated-ladies. Hot Pockets just wants you to BE IRRESISTIBLY COOL, which, c’mon, is almost impossible (I’ve seen The Weepies on your playlist) without this drizzle!
Don’t you want to dance with a human-fused-hot-pocket man? Get real man.