Crunkyard's fo' da chillins

Crunkyard busy demonstratin' the highly technical process of makin' asphalt angels for all da chillins, when some tight truck drivin', speedo wearin', hooligan decides he ain't got nuttin betta ta do dan fuck with a Gold Front...
Oh Damn, it's none otha' than championship wrester, Hulk Hogan, and he's even brought his belt just to prove his manhood...plus that superman logo got's ta give him super strength...

but even the famous Hogan can't choke hold a Gold Front for long, cuz Fronts's like kryptonite, an' Crunkyard's pissed dat Hogan fucked up his lesson fo' da chillins, now he's gonna hafta teach 'em a new lesson: handlin' biznass with handlebars, and stew cookin'...lata Hogan

Crunkyard's got his thug mug on an's busy stalkin tha neighborhood...just look at that reaction.
nobody wants ta fuck with Crunk's thug mug...betta getta Pabst quick ta settle him down.