Take this line:
"A friend of mine said I'm a waste fellow.First thought is gross. Your friend shouldn't know how you taste. And what's a waste fellow?
He don't know the taste of this fellow."
But then you have to step back a bit, and realize English isn't this guy's first language. His ear isn't tuned to the same vernacular, and as awkward as it is, I get what he means. And that's all that matters.
And as all the people point and laugh, I bet where ever this guy is playing, there's a bunch of unibrowed Indian women tripping over their shawls to see him.