MC TaDeeg

Doorood va salaam bar hamehgee! Ihsmehman TaDeeg ast!!! Ahangeh rap meekhoonam. Man fadahetoon beshavam. One day when I was about seven, my maadar fed one of those brown vuluptuously crunchy frisbees of rice. Oddly, after that momentous bite, I accidently started rhyming all of my sentences. That day, my friends, was the birth of a Persian savage. Ever since then, whenever I eat tahdig, I get really aggressive and begin rapping uncontrollably in farsi. After visiting many shrinks who tried to help me cope with my disability, my pedar copped me a microphone when I was eleven and told me to channel my brilliant rage into songs. So, as you can see, my favorite food, my curse, has now become a part of my soul. My personality is undeniably like a nice Chelo Kabob meal with Potato TaDeeg on the side with a cold glass of Doogh to chase down the tastiness that is TaDeeg. MyGen Profile Generator