Anyone who talks shit about this album, expect to hear J-Diggs pull up on a jetski (on the street, mind you) and straight crush the walls of your bedroom with his 40-inch pythons on some incredible hulk shit at around 4:00am in the morning, and body slam you to Hades.
And the furly ghost is going to ghost ride your soul on the way down. bitch.
thizz for life.