You about to see some shit that relates to me, my peoples, a lot of naughty language, and the hip hop cuture. If you have "thinkin' you the shit" syndrom, "playa hating" disease, diarhea, you are one of those females who speak in a high-pitched voice on yours or someone else's pager intro but in real life sound like a man, a ROBOT, (fake, oil, implants, contacts, metal, kneecaps, not real, ROBOTS), la,la,la,lalala, consult a physician, a laxitive, or some friggin' Lysol immediately or I'll throw a fucking 100,000 lbs. walrus through your wall, enabling a horse to come in and kick you out your house where the rabid gophers gnaw at your feet because you have the scent of diahrea which will bring out the dogs that shoot bees out there mouth giving you a disease that will bring you back to reality. Thank you and enjoy your stay because if you don't, you don't and if you do, you do. Also, don't forget to sign my guestbook. Peace out, one love, one life, one dollar. One dollar...
