Hello everyone, Merry Christmas to all.
First off, I must say I’ve been having some confusing things happen to me lately. It turns out that I never actually met the rapper Left. Apparently someone was posing as a rapper named Left. I was confused by that conversation anyways. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding Mr. Frontline. My son has had nothing but good things to say about the Frontline brothers when he fills me on the latest entertainment news at dinnertime every evening at 6:15.
I tried to respond to some of you folks on this board but I couldn’t log on for some reason. The post with Hunter’s lyrics was deleted for some reason. Probably for the better! HeHe. When I tried today I was able to log on without any trouble. Another very confusing incident occurred yesterday. Since we’re off the topic of politics I will fill you in on the latest news with my up and coming cd “Rap and Politics Combined at Last”.
After meeting a very nice man named Joe from Creative Music, he gave me the phone number of an aspriring rap artist. I called a nice fellow named Quinton Morris who also goes by Big Quint of a group called U.D.I. I offered this guy the same deal that I offered Telly Mac. I offered him my bullet proof limo for a day and he declined so I decided to give him a large sum of money that mainly comes from the city's budget which actually stems from the taxpayers of San Francisco. He agreed to meet me at my house where he would take the money and hand off a song that he had previously recorded. He told me that he would meet me at 9am. An hour passed and I was getting worried. Finally I was awaken from my nap to the windows of my mansion shaking. I heard nothing but rumbling coming from outside and it was the speakers blasting bass from a blue caprice classic which I thought was an undercover police vehicle. My maid-bodyguard went outside to see what we thought was a police officer wanted from us. Then a big African-American fellow came out and start speaking in some slang that my maid-bodyguard couldn’t comprehend. It turns out that it wasn’t a police officer, it was Quint from U.D.I.!!!!! We were overjoyed to see him. My son showed him some of his tapes which I didn’t necessarily agree with but Quinton got a chuckle out of it. I was able to interview him and he gave me a song, it was a great experience. He even told me that he would vote for me in the next election in four years. The only part I didn’t agree with was when he squeezed my wife’s behind. I didn’t agree with that but I need to fit in with the inner city youth so I let it go. My son Hunter went out with Big Quint to the movies for a couple hours and they came back very happy and joyful which was good. They didn’t remember what movie they saw for some reason. Quinton even got Hunter some sunglasses. Hunter wouldn’t take them off until he locked himself in his room again. Then I heard nothing but laugher coming out of his room. He said his eyes hurt him so our maid-bodyguard gave him some visine. I’m glad I was able to find Hunter someone who he could look up to. He was a good role model for the most part however Hunter has been calling his mom the N-word a lot. He uses it in a phrase like: "Common N@#^* get me some scrill before I put the smack down". Kids will be kids, hehe. Well I have to go drink some egg nog for Christmas eve!! Goodbye, Have a Merry Christmas and A Happier New Year Everyone – The Agnos Family
First off, I must say I’ve been having some confusing things happen to me lately. It turns out that I never actually met the rapper Left. Apparently someone was posing as a rapper named Left. I was confused by that conversation anyways. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding Mr. Frontline. My son has had nothing but good things to say about the Frontline brothers when he fills me on the latest entertainment news at dinnertime every evening at 6:15.
I tried to respond to some of you folks on this board but I couldn’t log on for some reason. The post with Hunter’s lyrics was deleted for some reason. Probably for the better! HeHe. When I tried today I was able to log on without any trouble. Another very confusing incident occurred yesterday. Since we’re off the topic of politics I will fill you in on the latest news with my up and coming cd “Rap and Politics Combined at Last”.
After meeting a very nice man named Joe from Creative Music, he gave me the phone number of an aspriring rap artist. I called a nice fellow named Quinton Morris who also goes by Big Quint of a group called U.D.I. I offered this guy the same deal that I offered Telly Mac. I offered him my bullet proof limo for a day and he declined so I decided to give him a large sum of money that mainly comes from the city's budget which actually stems from the taxpayers of San Francisco. He agreed to meet me at my house where he would take the money and hand off a song that he had previously recorded. He told me that he would meet me at 9am. An hour passed and I was getting worried. Finally I was awaken from my nap to the windows of my mansion shaking. I heard nothing but rumbling coming from outside and it was the speakers blasting bass from a blue caprice classic which I thought was an undercover police vehicle. My maid-bodyguard went outside to see what we thought was a police officer wanted from us. Then a big African-American fellow came out and start speaking in some slang that my maid-bodyguard couldn’t comprehend. It turns out that it wasn’t a police officer, it was Quint from U.D.I.!!!!! We were overjoyed to see him. My son showed him some of his tapes which I didn’t necessarily agree with but Quinton got a chuckle out of it. I was able to interview him and he gave me a song, it was a great experience. He even told me that he would vote for me in the next election in four years. The only part I didn’t agree with was when he squeezed my wife’s behind. I didn’t agree with that but I need to fit in with the inner city youth so I let it go. My son Hunter went out with Big Quint to the movies for a couple hours and they came back very happy and joyful which was good. They didn’t remember what movie they saw for some reason. Quinton even got Hunter some sunglasses. Hunter wouldn’t take them off until he locked himself in his room again. Then I heard nothing but laugher coming out of his room. He said his eyes hurt him so our maid-bodyguard gave him some visine. I’m glad I was able to find Hunter someone who he could look up to. He was a good role model for the most part however Hunter has been calling his mom the N-word a lot. He uses it in a phrase like: "Common N@#^* get me some scrill before I put the smack down". Kids will be kids, hehe. Well I have to go drink some egg nog for Christmas eve!! Goodbye, Have a Merry Christmas and A Happier New Year Everyone – The Agnos Family
