The fuck kind of hot yous talkin bout? But you see, that's stupid talk! Talk, that's coming from one that doesn't understands a thing of a pepper or two, three, four...
Negro! So, I'm in Big Lots lookin round. Oh, I see this shit on one of the food aisles: Carolina Reaper Hot Sauce. Should have known by the name, usin Hot Sauce at the end should be one's clue. Because once experiencing the shit! Listen! Hot Sauce is: "Frank's Red Hot", "Louisiana", "Tabasco", "Texas Pete", ...this shit here!? Nah playa! This shit ain't none of that bullshit! For real!
Hot sauce my ass! Don't get it twisted, this shit ain't no hot sauce in standardized conditional protocol. This shit is: Insanely Hot Carolina Reapers Sauce! See the difference? It is absurd! You know when you hear these motha fuckas say on these various television cooking shows, "Oh, it's hot! But not insanely so, because Habaneros have that fruity intense heat..." That ain't sayin shit ta me! But afta tryin this shit and some Habanero sauce that I've tried, thinking about the shit hard...I did catch a little sweetness. But this shit here?!
Cha-powee!
The only way I can describe it to you My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas is like this: yo Black ass invites niggas ova fo ah get togetha and the non-payin mortgage motha fuckas have the nerves, Not ta know when ta leave! Just chillin' fo free! And all yo Black ass, neva gonna do this bullshit again, thinkin is: "When y'all motha fuckas gonna leave!"
But shit! You invited them!
Ya heard may....
(Peace! More to come...)
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