The Chronicles of Chill: The Puppyfication of E-Dawg

And so it was, after the Ipobusinian Waltz that nothing was heard further from Car Knoo. The people knew not whether he remained in the kingdom or had been forcefully transmogrified into glory by the marching healers of the King’s Battalion. And yea, did a decree go out from the King’s Palace in Bed Rock banishing the Ipobusinians and forbidding the mention of their name, for it was a word that aggravated the King’s Many Years Disease.

And behold, was word had yet again from Daisy Annie, through her law men, in the trials of Luko Skywalker and Ko-Ray the Jedi. “The Crown listeth me in these charges yet nameth me not as an accused. This is repugnant to my holy religious belief and I pray the court, in the name of all the gods of justice, to add me as a defendant, that I mayest clear my unjustly besmirched name.” But the King’s law men, of the Everly Failing  at Convictions Commission, knew they were everly failers and would need help in charging Daisy Annie. Hence, they demurred and the magistrate agreed with the Everlies.

It was in that day that word came to the people that the Kingdom was short of coin but there was no cause for alarm. This was because the Iron Bank of Boo Jar, under the headship of Mefilius, idiaminically been minting more to cover the deficit. For Mefilius was not an Obote man.

And the people asked, “Is this how the Jandinian Meisters are being paid for their tending to Gambrach?” Wherefore Lar-Yi came unto them, saying “Have ye not heard of public-private partnerships? Thus shall a king make use of public coin for his health and the details of his ailments remain private. Ask ye not this question ever again. Let them who are distressed by this fact climb up the highest peak of the rocks of zuma, dance the dance of one corner with the tree there and cast themselves off the rock, smashing their heads into smithereens. Selah.”

And as the people, unchilled, grumbled their protestations, the priests and prophets of Blog received secret revelations of a scroll of great bombast, from E-Dawg to Gambrach. And the prophets of Blog shewed the scroll to the people.

For many moons, E-Dawg had been quiet, hidden away from the public eye, diminished in swag and the people had wondered why. The answer was in the bombastic scroll. It read thus –

“Yo, Gambrach, my neezie, my king for life. How’s it hanging in your hood, bro? I’ve been tryna hook up witchu for a mad minute now but your goons be fencing me dawg. I ain’t mad at you, even though we was once two bruvas of the same kind, quick to holler at corruption with the same line; but then this niccur Baruch, mehnnn, you need to reign him in is all I’m saying. He needs to come correct.

“Now, we all know you made me the boss. I’m the big kahuna, the main connect, the uber distro. This Baruch dude is only a soldier. A king soldier, yes, but a soldier nonetheless. And you know, if I say Whoop, Baruch gotta come quick with the “there it is”. But dude ain’t like that no mo’. Doing deals, selling the yayo petrolatum without my say so, even though we all be knowing that ain’t how it’s supposed to go down.

“I told him, dude I am your boss, the first of my name, wearer of the unsullied blue chinchilla, swaggerrific in all my ways – you need to check that attitude and show me some gratitude. And he be like ‘Pssh, you ain’t shit!’. To my face, O triple OG King, to my damn face!!!

“Now, you know I ain’t no punk. I be making reforms up in this joint like you told me to. And I KNOW he ain’t getting the juice for abuse from you. So I just need to know, is I is or is I ain’t in charge here? Cos this niccur Baruch be stressing me, testing me, vexing me and damn near hexing me. You need to tell him to be nice to me and to bend his gaddem knee. You dig?”

And there was no gaddem chill in the land. For it was true that E-Dawg had been shorne of his swag. He was no longer E-Dawg. He was now E-Puppy.

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4 thoughts on “The Chronicles of Chill: The Puppyfication of E-Dawg

  1. Dang!

    “Let them who are distressed by this fact climb up the highest peak of the rocks of zuma, dance the dance of one corner with the tree there and cast themselves off the rock, smashing their heads into smithereens. Selah.”

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  2. Whoop! Whoop! Chronicler spitting bars. Say what?

    🤣🤣🤣 Baruch messing with the Uber distro, he needs to check himself before he wreck him yo… but that is in another life cus E-Puppy strayed with this leak he showed he’s weak.

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  3. “Yo, Gambrach, my neezie, my king for life. How’s it hanging in your hood, bro? I’ve been tryna hook up witchu for a mad minute now but your goons be fencing me dawg. I ain’t mad at you, even though we was once to bruvas of the same kind, quick to holler at corruption with the same line; but then this niccur Baruch, mehnnn, you need to reign him in is all I’m saying. He needs to come correct.”
    This’ll pass for a good bar any day. E-Dawg spitting bars.

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