The J-Unit be EPIC blunted, yo.
That be some hard ass chronic shit Major Choe be trading those centrifuges for with them sandniggaz.
I ain’t been this high since North Carolina beat Michigan State last year, yo. We be all jumping over fires and shit. Jong-Chul be all burning his ass and shit. Shit was cash. I put the pics up on Flickr, yo.
We did some shit, though, Choe and me, when we was all blasted that didn’t work out so good.
Not that faggot shit if that what you be thinking. That be a southern thing, up here not so much. Except in the prisons, yo. But way I see it, what a nigga get up to in prison or in some dark ass coal mine be his own business, you feel me?
Nah man, what I mean is we was watching this dancing monkey on the internet which FINALLY got itself back again after all them storms. Man. We must’ve been watching that nigga for fucking hours man.We be laughing out blunt ass asses off, yo. Choe be all like, for a monkey, that bitch be pretty hot.
Somehow we ended up making this:
And somehow, we ended up ordering the Party Printing House to print up 50,000 of these muthafuckas for my inauguration in a few days time.
I don’t remember any of that shit actually happening, but I’m told it did, and it sure as shit seem like the sort of fucked up shit I be doing when I’s blunted.
And nigga, I was EPIC blunted, yo.
So dad found out when some chumpass nigga in the Printing House be calling up someone to ask why we wanna go be printing 50,000 posters with the head of gramps, Kim Il-Sung, replaced by that sweet ass dancing monkey.
Someone in Dad’s office came down and be all like NIGGA WOT?
So dad calls me and he’s like WOT THA FUCK, NIGGA? And he be saying that I as bad as that weak ass junkie Jong-Chul and he don’t know if he wanna be handing over power and shit to me no more.
It be ok though. He just be butt hurt we not be sharing the chronic. I explained that gramps still be my dead ass Choson nigga number one, yo. Me and Choe, we was just smoking up. He need to chill. He on edge cos he all dying and shit.
And he be like, where that dope from, yo? Except he don’t really talk like that but that be what he meant.
And I explain about this deal that me and Choe be doing with the sandniggaz and how we selling what we ain’t smoking to the Chinks and the faggitz in the south and stacking mad bills, yo.
O man.
You shoulda seen his face.
He got all red and start choking like he be sucking on the fattest J you ever seen.
Then he be all lecturing me about how shit be all “sensitive” with the round-eyes and the southern faggits and how now really be not the time to be making deals to swap nukes with the sandniggaz for weed and shit. Says we gotta be careful or they be getting even more up in our shit.
Man, I thought he’d be proud.
We be fucking raking in the dough, yo.
He just shakes his head and gets his hot ass nurse to wheel his butthurt butt away.
I’m gonna beat the shit out of that nigga Major Choe when I see him next.
– Peace out and smoke up, niggaaaaaz!
– J-Unit For Real