The Kings krowd around D loc as he’s on the floor having a seizure
Daddy X: What the fuck???!! D wake the fuck up!
Richter: Oh shit
Tax Man: LOC WAKE THE FUCK UP MAN!
Lou dog: That fuckin tuba man… Shit..
Pakelika is freaking the fuck out, running in huge circles holding his head with his lanky ass arms. The Kings are in an absolute panic
Tax Man: We.. fuck.. I gotta call 911, I’ve never seen D fucked up like this
Daddy X: Shit… I’ll hide the bongs
Lou Dog: Weed’s legal now you dipshit! Tax Man, make the call!
Tax man runs off to find a phone, but suddenly, D loc wakes up and stands up, eyes lookin like a veitnamese dude that slurped too many spicy noodles.
D loc:
I’m D loco!
I sip hot cocoa!
I won’t fuck a bitch if the bitch
is a broke ho!
All the Kottonmouth kings froze. Their jaws hit the fucking floor when D busted out those sick lines.
Richter: Yo… what the fuck? You won’t fuck a broke ho? Fucks gotten in to you man???
D loc:
Life ain’t what it seems
It ain’t no fuckin dream
So get a grip
Up on your shit
And make sure your pipe’s clean!
Daddy X: Holy fuck!! Bust out another one!
D loc:
Its me and my skate, skate
In this world of hate and confusion
I sweat all day to create an illusion
Or a fantasy yeah that's what you call it
You can be a bong tokin alcoholic
Bobby B: Hold up hold up, keep this fool high, I gotta lay some tracks down on this shit
Tax Man: I think I’ve got a better idea...
Richter: We’ll get RIPPED!
Daddy X: Woo! Lets get this session on! KINGS BLEND!!
The kottonmouth kings start frantically packing bowls and bongs, rolling joints and blunts, sprinkling kief on the top of everything.
Lou Dog: Everybody grab your lighters
Kings in unison: Ola ola ay!
All the kings spark up as the screen cuts to a montage of all the kings smoking the living shit out of all the weed
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