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Yo Mista Durmomon,

Dat be de mos sadting dat be happenin in de lif ob de Holymagimanmon. De wif be askin me eberydays, "Yo, Mista extras stopid Holymagimonman, wys yo be done sellin dem fine Molpoo scareytings wen ah be lyin in de hobjital wif de brokin bonetings?"

Wat ah can be tellin hers, ah be askin yos...wat ah be tellin hers? Dat be de quejtion, jus likes dat Shagspearmon be askin. Ah don knos if dat Shagspearmon be sellin de Molpoo too, buts ah be tinkin dat if he done be sellin de Molpoo, den him be gattin de small pric fo it.

Sos dis here Holymagimanmon be outs of de Molpoo an in de Serapex an be prayin to alls de Gods in de Hebbins dat dis here scareyting be goin ups likes de smok from de Jamaica Numba One.

An de wif...sh done brokened de boneting wen she be hittin de blind eyed chikenting in de ebening wid de motoguzzi. De chikenting nows be restin in de arms ob de Lod, an ah be hoppin dat it be layin Him de finest eggtings eber.

Piss on yo bro, grat piss on yo