Snow Miser ain't turnin out ta be y'alls mothas fuckas' boy no mo is that senile motha fuckah? That motha fucka I do believe is controlled by some high frequency electromagnetic shock therapy, all the Nano-Particulate-Microchips runnin through his ol ass! Sooner than later, oh... maybe in about six months or less, they'll stop monitoring them. Let them play as they please. Then...bring on the "Wicked Witch of The West!" Can't chew hear the jingle sayin loudly, "You! Asked for it! You got it!..."
Come ohn na? The shit is a stone cold trip for real!
Holla!...
(Peace More to come...)
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