Food Mart

On my way ova to the Food Mart, I decided i wasn't in tha mood for flamin hot cheetos an' chicken wangs. I wanted some spam. Ooo weee that sounded good. I had just walked in the front door of tha food mart when i saw this suckah jackin tha last can of spam. He slipped it in his coat, and I started to walk ovah ta set him straight, but Officer Duvious got to the fool first. I let it go, cause I didn wanna get mixed up in all uh that. I watched as he explained himself to her and realized I coul' use a kid like him. She decided to let him dip out and tol' him to stay out of trouble. Heh, we'll see about that. I walked on ova' and introduced myself.

Ra-Man

I had just dipped out of tha house when I came across this ol' j bird lookin sucka' who went by the name of Ra-Man. He pimp-limped his way on ova' askin me to hook him up wit a place to stay. I tol' him to peep the ol' junky azz hotel down the road cause i wasn't about to take in this old dirty fool in my White House. He was pretty coo' tho, an we soon got to talkin about business. I tol' him if he eva needed summa that blueberry yum yum, he could mosey his way on ova to my crib. Shoot.. maybe I can even take him in and let him jump in da business wit me. I coul' hurr my stomach shoutin' at me, so I punched it an' told it to shut up. We exchanged some dip dap an' I headed on ova' to tha store fo sum fye fye flamin hot cheetos and chicken wangs.