Angel: Damn, God don't approve of this Fred E.T.: Yea I know.. Angel: Bruh y'all had one job bruh, how y'all gone mess up the Earth this bad bruh? Fred E.T.: Aye, don't look at me, don't look at me Angel: Earth to Earth, All dogs can't go to Heaven when it's a dog eat dog world bruh.. Fred E.T.: wait....what?? Angel: Think about it Angel:.....so-so this your 'ship? Fred E.T.: Yeaaaa lil startup Angel: Still in good shape Fred E.T.: Bro what you mean?? I just crashed like 3 songs ago Angel: ....ehh ain't too shabby-Wait, 3 songs? Fred E.T.: Yes, 3 songs Angel: Bruh you can't do that Fred E.T.: What you mean?
Angel: Bruh you got people listening! Fred E.T.: Bro who's listening right now? Fred E.T.: Exactly Angel: Bruh stop breaking the 4th wall...what the.. Fred E.T.: Bruh, look let me get radio straight bruh hold on *tuning radio* Angel: Yo who this? Fred E.T.: Yea, this my boy Tyrel And we back! I am your guy!!! That go by DJ Derty Drawls himself You smell me "If you ain't funkin' with the stench, stay on the bench" Now before we go pay some bills and tithes We about to play some of that new heatrock for you and yours Straight from "The County" it's none other than ya boy- *STATIC*