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.