Relax e-thugger I'm just fukking with you.
Go ahead playboi do your thing.

Nah fukk that. Address,
now. Mars is about to be responsible for an act of black on black violence. I am down to die for my respect and honor on a message board. I didn't do life in prison without the possibility of parole for denying climate change to have my reputation sullied on the Coli, bro.
So here's the one and only way to solve this: You pay for my flight to ur city, business class. Rent a car for me and have it ready at the airport waiting. Book me reservations at the Marriott for the first 2 nights, cuz after a nice long night of drinking n snacking out the minibar, I want to get up at about noon the next day n go sightseeing around ur city, maybe visit the zoo, have dinner at Outback or Olive Garden, then hit up a few clubs n bars.
Then the day after that, I'ma meet u at ur house, you'll have ur mother cook me her famous macaroni n cheese with the italian breadcrumbs on top n we'll have a few wine coolers while she shows me every picture in every photo album she has of every family member and friend she knows. After I use ur toilet n leave a shyt streak in the bowl, we'll meet up out front in the cul-de-sac dressed in tight ass black one pieces like the pool fight scene from "Lionheart". I will knock ur ass out utilizing a mixture of styles ranging from Brazilian Jew Jitsue to Tae Bo to Greco Roman wrestling.
Then you'll drive me to the airport and make a pass at me, and for a split second I'll entertain it because I will have had the rest of the wine coolers in the car on the way there and I will be feeling confused about my sexual identity due to unresolved issues from my time in prison n growing up in an impoverished household without a father n a domineering emotionally abusive mother. After a long look into your brown eyes, I will push you away onto a luggage carrier and board my flight.
Then we will all fukking know who the true BlackPanther is.


