Oh, you don't like Blok Boi's guns?  You didn't get high off his drugs?  You wanna make something of it?  Blok Boi will kill you.  You just stand still, while he reaches for a weapon that works.  Barring that, you'll be in deep , once he gets some minutes on his cell phone, to call one of his boys, who he keeps stupefied on his own brand of killer smack.  Meanwhile, don't even think about coming to his next show, 3:30pm, Loser's Closet at 53rd and 3rd, capacity four bitch, standing room only.

	Spits and slings at Fatz's club. His raps are sometimes just him reciting notes.  He rhymes very badly.