hoe cakes

let's fucking do this thing right.
i'm talkin' four on the floor, balls in the hall, dice-crackin', bitch slappin', neck snappin' good times till the breaka-breaka-dawn.
we're gonna fill our systems with Black Label and Jager and Amyl Nitrate and so on and so forth till we're more powerful than Christ.
and once we retrieve that concrete sphere shit'll explode.
i encourage all to come armyin' down here.
bounce wit me.
bounce wit me.