m; nuttin much, chillin, just that dudeass bitch Mike came over the other day and knocked the shit out of my stereo recorder.
k; whatcha gona do about it m?
m; hell, since you asked, I'm gonna put a jihad on'im.
k; Hells yea bitch, dat's what I'm talkin' about!
Later that day, M smoked Mike's ass, Mike never came out of the hospital again