A flight to hell.

[Marcus T]

BBMT: I sold my four million dollar home for two reasons, and being short on cash is not one of them. I did what I did cause it was to much house for one man. Second, I did it so I could buy a million dollars worth of stock in oil, insurance companys, and drug makers.

The irony? I hate to bet on numbers. That is all that the stock is for, legal gambling for the white people.

Once I reach a billion I am going to try to build me a space station half the size of Texas.

I became rich cause I got tired of being one of the poor ones. I got tired of watching everyone turn a quick buck and never to work again. All the while I had to watch my dad struggle as a lawyer until he was almost 40 before he got his big breake.

People don't give a fuck about you. The day you stop putting on a show, the moment you decide not to put another box on back of that truck, the moment you decide that you will not put another tomatoe on that burger, you automaticly become about as useless as half the people on this roster.

Jah is talking shit.... Ma Barker is talking shit... Kingpin is soon going to talk shit to me about how a champion is suppose to look and act like. Everyone does not know the pressures of being in my shoes. They just think they know. Yet, they don't a damn thing.

I have the largest target on my back. I am the guy everyone wants to be like. If I listen to everyone who is not me, then I already fail!

No one but me is world champion, cause no one else has what it takes to be world champion at the moment. Why the hell should I listen to a bunch of underachieving bastards who don't even have a title to their name?

They want me to hide in my mansion for days on end smoking crack and getting high cause I can't take the pressure. To hell with the pressure. The moment anyone start to think they can beat me, I will grab em chocke them out quicker than Tila Tequila can say "LIGHTS OUT!" Get it? My finisher is the lights out... Shawn Merriman does the lights out... Never mind.

Until any of your Laker Girls grow enough to take my title, shut the hell up and enjoy being on the ground, looking up at me as I fly over....

Go Marinate.

[scene fades.]

[Rastafari]

Did marcus drink the slushie?

[SABER]

No, but he got into the wrong kool-aid.