Ok, so now I’m a millionaire, right? And in the mail what do I get? I get my first check for $1000 (UBI). Wow I’m glad it finally happened. I know I don’t need it so I donate it to charity. Now, finally, I’m faced with the question, which charity do I want to donate to? I never had to Google this but now I am. After a day of deliberation I decided to start my own charity. It’s the Jose Munoz Fund For Young Novelists. And by young I mean anyone who is working on their first novel. Because, although you can be old as a person, you can be young as a novelist, true indeed. So yup. This is my story. Now as a rich man.
Have you ever seen a dead body on the grill?
Have you ever seen a pickle that’s a dill?
Have you ever seen 7 figures in the bank?
Have you ever ridden inside an army tank?
Have you ever banged a bitch out in Bosnia?
Have you ever seen a scarecrow osnia?
Have you ever felt the wave of summer heat?
Have you ever put on Walter Payton’s golden cleats?
Certain writing goes well with a certain crime. Like Maggie Illard, she wrote madly of her hate for the ugly building obstructing her view of the lake, then she burnt it down. It was only after she was caught, that her Facebook posts popped fresh. “She was genuinely upset,” said Roger. “It all makes sense,” said Suzy.
They want to go to war with E-ron
E-ron is who they want to war with
Let’s all talk about E-ron. Even me!
I knew a guy named Darren
His last name was Johnson
He was resonsib – bull
For the catering.
Now his career was cratering
Everyone he was avoiding
He was like, maybe catering is not for me
You see Darren had a college degree
He majored in brokeness
And minored in trivia
I’m ready for whateva nigga
Deuce Trey. I’m strapped up. Pick the map up
It say how to hit the road hoe
I’m the perfect man
Y’all can’t do better than the perfect man
When I blam the eight, it make blood squirt from heads
I fuck bad hoes. I put in they butts a Percocet
They direct deposit your worthless check
I get money bags, a milli at minimum
I kill mo niggas than that dude at the cinema
Cineplex. I’m on the Internet and I’m outside
I leave the world wit lips. So they mouth wide.
New day. New entry.
They ask. Who sent me.
Uncle Benjii. Duh.
Me is who. They envy. Whu?