I’m snuffin you in the concentration camp

That’s right.

If after trying to enlighten my people and discussing topics of relevance and raising issues (that are going to effect not only people residing in America and across the globe but black people specifically) we end up in a concentration camp when they declare marshal law, make a police state official, and embed the populace with verichip…if I hear a nigga even look like he or she is about to utter the words, “what are we going to do?” or” “we gotta get together and do something!” I’m bustin’ all of your furniture down your fuckin’ throat.

If you are a preacher or a religious nigga and you want to say a prayer in the concentration camp, I will jump into the air and kick you on the side of your neck with both heels and shove the religious article of whatever faith you practice down your fuckin’ throat as you lay on the ground holding your neck in pain and your forehead from the migraine and…I’m bustin’ your furniture down your fuckin’ throat.

If you are a thug/pimp/playa/hustla/street nigga and you utter those words, I’m gonna bitch slap you worse than you did your bottom bitch and/or main hoe and…I’m bustin’ your furniture down your fuckin’ throat.

I’m personally fuckin’ up any nigga who, all of a sudden, begins to understand the concept of unity and organization IN THE FUCKIN’ CONCENTRATION CAMP!!!

So your knuckle game better be mad ill, Sun. Your knuckle game better be mad thorough. Because if you thought you were against unity while we were free, it will pale in comparison to what I do when we are captured. I will, to the best of my ability, stop each and every attempt at organization or unity I see. I will be the perpetual thorn in the side of unity & organization to every nigga in the concentration camp. I’m gonna be straight wylin’ out on the REAL.

There will be leg sweeps, triangle choke outs, rock-bottoms, pile-drivers, suplexes, ankle locks, crippler cross-faces, sharpshooters and power-bombs for all of you “unity niggas.”

NOW is the time for unity and organization, so kick that shit now and lets do this. In the concentration camp?….I’m fuckin’ you up, nigga. That’s my WORD.

ONE and Peace…for now.

Mr. Holipsism
a.k.a. Holip
a.k.a. The Buzz Killer