So im chilling in the garden, getting some sun on my strong assed self, bronzin up like a greek god or some shit when i get a call from Little T. Turns out some pussies from outa town know about the kind of shit i deal in, money and beat downs, and wanted to arrange a little collection job on some bitches who owed a couple of G's. T's hollering about hes got a bad feeling about this shit but i aint worried.
We suit up, all black, balaclavas n shit. T's into samurai swords, all kinda blades n shit, the rest of the crews rollin with our trademark pool ball n sock combo. Aint nothing else like crackin a skull with a pool ball in a sock, like some medieval shit swinging it around.
We were told to collect the cash in a bar outa town. Turned up and the place is dead. T's all up in my face about some FBI setup or some shit but im like "chill the fuck out, aint nobody crazy enough to try shit with me"
Go in through the back door, lights out, im like a Polish stealth bomber, invisible and deadly. Crews checkin the back out, i go into the bar when the next thing i know some pussy has got a rope around my neck trying to choke me. Im thinking "hell no son, you gotta try harder than that."
A quick spin and were face to face, you could see him turn pussy there and then. Just a glimpse of me grinning is enough to make him start beggin for his life but i aint got time for that shit. I introduced him to my sock, start crackin bones n shit, deformed the fuck outta him. Mangled his ass.
Made a couple of G's that night. Aint shit to me son, just another day in the life of an OG polak gangster.
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