May 05, 2004

State of the William Address (it’s the takeover)

Greetings, my people.
I know I have been scarce recently. But a nigga been busy catching up from 2 months of slacking off and ain’t being about shit. Do not fear, I still have 2 weeks to pass all my classes but the 4.0 average is definitely gone. I’m like Nas, I’m take care of everything in foul swoop.

After brief excitement of buying a new amplifier for the car, the state of my car is still the same. It is still junky and dirty. And it sounds the same, because I broke the amp in a record of 4 hours. Tuan beat that. On the topic of broke, my new camcorder is still broken; the repair shop had to order a part for it. Hopefully, it won’t take 8 weeks like my Sony amp. With no camcorder that means the short film will be put on hold until I get it back. Luan’s scenes have been shot. The rest of you niggas (Chalmer and Tuan) have to match his strong performance. Also there will be no new DVD released anytime soon unless anybody wants to see some of the old clips still on the hard drive (except for the one of me singing the thong song). Meraf, when am I going to get my 8mm back? Now, is Will Wash going to have to choke a bitch? The weather is warm; we got to start hitting the park up for lunch again. Chalmer, Tuan, Luan stop being selfish let a nigga know when yall trying to play ball. Luan don’t forget about the video game. I still need some models for it. Don’t make me press you out too. Take a time out (from the porno), and work on that shit. Tuan, I heard your bitch ass been practicing, but it won’t change the fact I knocked your ass out in the first round. Lights out, BITCH! Even Chalmer’s mini-me (the retard kid at the park that be saying, “YEAH!”) can last past the first round. Go get Burke and Cosigning Sean for help cuz I’m a monster on the Playstation sticks. Any game you want, nigga, any game. I ain’t one of them weakass online bitches. Everyone needs to stop calling Chalmer Semi from Coming to America. That shit is too funny. Pay your tickets nigga and stop breaking the law. Oh and by the way no one has ever seen you play ball in white air force ones (fuck Nike). Don’t make me call police; tell your sister to stopping calling it ain’t my baby. I always pull out with her (ah sket sket sket). Now say something else about my momma. Plus you guys need to decide who going to be Charlie Brown. Fight it out. Damelia and Latisha thanks for the two months of fun. But yall need learn that when you start getting sleepy and you actually fall asleep in a club, I might need to start thinking about going home instead which bar to go to next. Damelia, be nice to Burke please. We know that nigga has a drinking problem, so you are invited to the intervention so you can tell how it make you feel when he drinks and fucks up your name. One a serious note, you need to talk to your cousin (the one who keeps forgetting to cross her legs in front lesbians and Cee-lo Green the soul machine in a Tina Turn skirt), Chanelle, about her driving. I am really concerned. I hate to see yall die so young. I’m learning how to do the whop and break dance just so Lilly can’t talk about my black ass’s lack rhythm. This ain’t B2K and I ain’t trying to be served (I seen them Asians on the dance machine up in Dave and Busters). LaTisha and Tressa. Don’t be scared, no just yet. But if yall don’t start speaking to me (and I mean more than a hi), I’m put yall on the spot with the camera. Don’t be shy around me, no one else is, so don’t be. I had my hustle men look for you a new camera ever since you told me at Chalmer’s house. If they can find a $50 dollar playstation and $20 gamecube, who knows what else is out there (it might be hot. So hot, that shit it might even be your old camera). Last but not least, Burke, Tuan, and Sean need to lose the beer goggles. Leave the fat ass mud mucks alone. When sober you all know better. And stop encouraging niggas to be rappers. Everybody can’t rap.

I think that’s enough to keep you guys mad at me for a couple of weeks. I know yall got something to say, then say it, don’t be bitches about. You know the number, I paid my phone bill. Or send a reply (to all if you’re tough good enough, no weak shit). And No, Tuan and Chalmer, you did nothing of the sort with my momma. The only one hitting it is my daddy.

It’s a textbook and Blockbuster weekend bitches, have fun without me. But when I’m back, it’s on.

Still the top dog, number one shit talker,
That Nigga Will.

Now tell me how you feel.

It the takeover, son!

I still rap better than Sean.
1st round knockout, nigga!