People always downplaying drugs. Shit, when the shit hits the fan, and it’s
sho nuff gonna, let me tell ya a lil’ some’ehn some’ ehn, fuck all that food,
start stockpiling drugs!
Shit, Apocalypse comes and you are one of the
survivors. Does yo ass need a wiener
schnitzel or a fuckin Xanax? I’m sorry
tah tell yah, please pass the lil’ white pill.
Do you know when the shit hits the fan, a motha fucka will
probably be so fuckin worried all the time, they can’t even sleep? I don’t know ‘bout chew but, “Shit, where did
I put that fuckin Ambien?”
I mean they got some shit, check this out, you got a family of let’s say, four. You knock two of those mothah fuckahs out, from the jump, with some Ambien; then you only have to provide for really, two every day. And put that shit on rotation: wife and son, daughter and I; always two asleep to reserve resources, and a idle motha fucka ain't usin that many resources... See what I mean?
They got some shit that will literally put a mothah fuckah
in suspended animation, which to me, is way more important than a fuckin can of
tuna! Fuck You!
And do you not realize how much that shit is goin ta be worth negro when a motha fucka needs some damn relief when Apocalypse decides tah say, “How yall doin mothah fuckahs?” Sheeit! You already know!
(...to be continued.)
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