Parable ofthe One Hunid Dollar Dope Book
His book was dope. Athirty hitter. Raw dope, from Peru direct, no cut, no shake, straightdope, killer, overdose dope. Give me the dope that killed my buddy dope.Make bells ring in yo ears dope. One hunid dollar book! Straight nochaser book, raw dope for a nigguh's mind. All a nigguh want,all a nigguhneed dope. Call the paramedic dope. ER room dope. Screaming, no MillerLite up in here, Ole English 800 dope, killer dope. Give me the dopekilled my buddy dope!
Give me some butt naked gettin dope. Inthe middle of the street gettin dope. Don't touch ma book nigguh.
Nigguh dead in Oakland over hunid dollar book!
Author said nigguhowed him fitty.Ma book is dope nigguh, thirty hitter. You touched madope, nigguh,gotta pay me nigguh. What kinna partyyou think dis is, nigguh? Better get up outta herewit datbullshit, nigguh!I got thirty hitter, make bells ring in yo ears coast to coast. Betterax somebody!
Give me a hunid racks, nigguh!
--MarvinX
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