Arthas:Glad you could make it...Cracka! Uther: Watch your tone

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Arthas:Glad you could make it...Cracka!
Uther: Watch your tone with me, Lil nigga. You may be Da-Prince, but I'm still your superior as a gangsta.
Arthas:Lissen Uther, homie. There be sumfin bout the plague you should kno' bout.
All these niggas are all infected n shiet. They may look aight now but soon they'll all turn into the undead motherfuckas.
Arthas: This hood must be popped mayne.
Uther: ''Nigga, how could you even be thinkin' bout dat, there gots to be sum otha' way.
Arthas: Shit, bitch. As your future Kang, I order you to pop-POP this hood.
Uther: You are not my Kang yet, bitch. Nawh mayne would I obey that shiet if you were!
Arthas: Then I must consider this an act of gangbangin'
Uther: gangbangin'? Have you lost your mind, Arthas?
Arthas: Have I? Lord Uther, by my right of succession and sovereignty n shit of my crib, I hereby relieve you from your command and suspend your gangstas from service.
Jaina: Hol' up Nigga, what u doin'
Arthas: It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this hood, follow me. The rest of you... get out of my hizz-sight.
Uther: You've just burned a terrible mixtape, Arthas: ...
Arthas: Bitch?
Jaina: I'm sorry, Arthas. I got side niggas to blow