A-Dog Inna Houuuuuuse by A. PATRIOT

'Bout damned time somma you bitches broke down and hooked up yours truly, His Stone Cold Baaadness, the Philly Prophet of Rage, A. Patriot with this freaky computer shit. It's better this way. I wanna stop the violence before it starts.

Speakin' a time, past months bring us to current muthafuckin' events. Simple message from the furry bitches out yonder: keep your shit off a their turf, or they gonna fuck y'all up wit a'quickness. I mean, they have all that Hong Kong Fooey to lay on you. And speakin' a that, what is up with this unholy P-Funk Troika moving in and waiting in the shadows like some mutherfuckin' ninja waiting for a weed to grow up their l'il collective skank-bitch ass? The Lowdown Supa FLY wants to know, but so should you. So they gonna bust a Lee Van Cleef on WHO? Max may be the hardest mutherfucka in town, but you want to stop being a sore on the sorry ass of America you need more clout with the upstairs. Play nice with the Apostles of Doom, or heads will get flown. They going to fuck it up like muthafuckin' SCARFACE.

One point of respect. The dead guy got a crazy dope ride. But H-Bomb, you got too much posse. Get some bitches.

And speakin' a clout-LESS, what happened to his Jack-booted pussy-ness your favorite Ventrue beeee-yaaaaatch and mine? Oops, party's over outta time. God damn right, the A-dog called it. Someone run his sorry punk ass down LIKE A DOG.

Devin 'wishin'-he-Bruce-Lee talkin' like it is muthafuckin' zero hour, man. Don't know who did it, but somebody put some serious funk in his trunk. Plus Mein Fuhrer got the shit to back up that wack ride of his. He got the money and the shorties to prove it. I'd be look twice about the place before you all dump your sorry butt to sleep in the ground. The Nos are the rats on this muthafuckin' ship.

A-DOG, OVER and OUT

PAX

A. PATRIOT
Freedom Writer

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