Subject: Props to my Dead Homiez
Date: 23 Oct 1999 23:10:33 GMT
From: ted3000@aol.com (Ted Ehlers)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.starwars.misc

All yall G's at the crossroads, my fallen peeps.
Let this bottle of Colt 45 be my offering. Peace.
Rolecall and shout out to the underworld.

All buck-wild Gungans. Yousa the man.

Masta Qui-Gon and sithpimp Darth Maul. Your fight is our fight.

Dead Tantive IV Rebels. You were my blood, know-wha-I'm-sayin'?

All the dead mothaf**kin' stone cold Stormtroopas blastin' your
punk asses all over the galaxy.

Props to Uncle Owen & tha Aunt Beru krew.

All the wack Jawas in Sandcrawler 28-B: Peace out, brothas.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T. and love to Greedo, my Rodian Bounty-Hunta Man.

Sending a shout to the Scanning Krew and the Com Officers on
Death Star 1. It's a hard knock life, G's.

My boys at detention block AA-23, and my Dianoga. Damn! R.E.V.E.N.G.E.!!!

The supafly TNT jedi masta Ben Kenobi doin the shaolin Lightsaber
ninja stlye and dispatchin the Falcon wit a quickness, baby.

All the T.I.E. pilots keeping it real on Trench Duty. Chill in Peace.

The loco-fly posse of Biggs, Porkins and all the boys in the squad,
lockin' and poppin' the S-foils professional.

The straight-up gansta b*tches Tarkin, Tagge, Motti and all my
Imperial brothas and sistas and droids on Death Star 1, dig?

My loyal Tauntauns and Wompas chillin' the most on Hoth.

Proper playas the Probe Droid Gang for that crazy breakin'-them-
selves-off-a-little-somethin with the self-distruct glock.

My def-jam mofo's in the Hoth Treches and my fallen AT-AT
peeps doin' the nasty 24/7 style.

A special shout-out to my sista Oola for that breakdance '83
freakout disojam that she be doin in heaven for mad phat
benjamins.

Supreme bad mothaf**ka and galactic Gangsta Jabba the slutmaster
Hutt. You be pimpin in heaven with Fatboy Slim, Sweet Sweetback
and The Mack coolin with frogs and yo pipe. Yeeeeah, Hutt.

All the krush-groovin' aliens at Jabba's Barge. Party down like
it's 19999.

Masta MC Yoda kicked it 900 properstyle. We coulda used 900
more years, dig it baby. You are gone but not forgotten. Root
leaf stew for my def krew.

My people, the Ewoks, who did right with thier slingshots
and redwood booby traps. You was so ahead of your time you
was retro. Stone age Supastars kick it Yub-Nub style.

King Evil Darth Vada with the forgiveness of a ladies-man givin'
a ho a second chance. You is the real force, baby, Anakin-4-eva.

I pour this malt liquor on a copy of the classic trillogy
Letta-Box, sending yall all my love. Peace out.

"Cue Hallucinotronic Spypunk Soundtrack for the Summer of Evol."