Since this is the official fantasy season and this column can be as wide as I choose to make it, I feeling to play djab and Daylight Robber too. But all yuh slim-headed folks out there–doh frighten, is only big fat rolly polly head Ah come tuh tief. Ah wanna drop! Ah wanna drop like an El Tucuche, tumbling big stone wherever stink fire choking Lazarus an Legba or small chile clinging to the shoulder of de highway tuh Hell. Ah feelin tuh wave me tail and wail; Ah wanna spit fire an chook an jook.
Wit me pitchfork sharpen like diamond stone, Ah lookin tuh pinion de minions of mayhem an send dem spinnin n grinning like fatuous cat, dong in de dump of lickin flame, ent dey look fuh dat? Ah wanna slip through de louvres of chile molester an mudder killer, while dey gape in dey sleep, Ah comin like soucouyant tuh take yuh out neat.
Buh fuss, so allyuh could taste de grief yuh dishin, lewwe spin by de boss Baron Samdi and his Gede band. Look dem welcome yuh wit scaly han; dem have cauldron simmerin jus fuh yuh and it aint fishbroth but yuhself stew. Wappen? No zest tuh eat, yuh miserable purveyors of dead n livin meat?
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