Ballin’.
Shot callin’.
And then doing that creepy “ah ah ah ah” laugh while lightning strikes behind you, illuminating your five rings. FIVE. AH AH AH AH.

Ballin’.
Shot callin’.
And then doing that creepy “ah ah ah ah” laugh while lightning strikes behind you, illuminating your five rings. FIVE. AH AH AH AH.
Everyone knows the Count was the pimp on the Street