Yo! sup Big Daddy upstairs here, mofo. Me ‘n ma jigga Ruff was cold-lampin in da xbox crib as da regulators do, sippinn’ my forty. Shiie, Ruff was strapped ready to fly gangsta shit, man. I say “what tha dilly do?” he say “You got beef?” I say, yeh, “Me got beef, ma burger”. We was lunchin.
He be axe me “Yo got yo B.M.W? we need da 411 on da rival bloggers dissing you, it’s on”. I say “sku me, dumbass?” He a foo, try-fo-lin, I be packin a Merc ‘n portakabin ‘n No 1 VIP Boutros Website on the internet (sign up for the Gold Blog 2.0 here). No skeeting to Scouseland fo me in da B.M.W. I schooled da foo.
Ma jigga, Ruff, keepin’ it real.
Da rival blog owners and banned formers members of this blog (the sad *******) buggin’ ‘n bumpin’ da Big Daddy. They is playaz, haps in da hood?. Rise up foos, we is not rollin deep wi dis wack shit. I gonna steal yo. Yo is no bo jangling here. Ruff packin’ a piece an ma bruva da po-leece in da Wallsend hood, yo. Ball out or Ruff be bustin’ a cap in yo ass.
Peace out.
