Kaburimasu 米

*puuts my han on my ruvolver*

aint narry way you gon' comes ups n my town and intimydayt da best guuuun slingr aroun , you o' fool . you best be leavin' nah , boy ... don wunt dis tuh get .... fizicull .

Ivva spoaken to deh shereef. If'in you doant moov yer karkase off'em yur prahpurtee, der'z-agonna be a posssie kumin' aphtur yu.

dat o' shureff aint nun budda big o' jiiive . i take em o' foke taels boutda chooop'cahbra mor siriusly dan HEEM . bud if dats waddits come to , den so be it , for mi name aint Bill-Pat-Sac-Paul-John-Cult-Lewis-Agustus Marshall da dird