After the recent death of his father LarsBombadil, young Bomba picked up what little his father left him at the magistrates office. Inside the government envelope he had received rest $1200 and some chewing gum. He threw the chewing gum and empty envelope in a trash bin, folding the money in his wallet.

The young Bombadil walked out into the street and began to speak;

"Wolf packs; animal homo sapiens.

Local residents tripping out to them lakes again.

Money never paper thin. Don't worry about it.

Establish quarters and build up the world around it; Bossed up.

Scratch and sniff when they're bringing a snake through.

That ruderalis makes me feel like I live in a space suit.

Hidden escape routes - Fam always on the hitlist.

Some still jump ship no matter how high the bridge gets.

Banging out 20 quarters; Burning gas out of Florida.

47%; they can't afford us.

Violating protection orders, the reconnoiter

has been getting jobs from the Right Hand Man.

We have plans, of running stills.

Smuggle under low moons.

4 Goons.

50 autoflowers in a grow room.

Fist-knocking pickpockets, I try to let it be.

You handle the distribution, I'll keep bribing the deputies.

and the world spins on..."

Young Bombadil walks away toward a local business owned by a hat maker, passing a homeless man a $50 bill in mid-stride.

BombadilSlayer watches Young Bombadil collect his father's possessions and deliver a rousing verse. He broke into a round of applause.

Terrific stuff, Bombadil. Your dad would be very proud, may he rest in peace. I will sing this at your funeral (after I kill you).

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I will always be hated by people like you and thats okay. I accept it.

You're a cockroach, BombaSlayer. A mere motherfucking mortal.

You got nothing for me now, not even a bullet. Hopefully your kin can learn to Jive with Bombadil one day.

Until then, keep talking that shit so I can get more pull in the streets.

A clear message to Bombadill.

"If that one so much near you you have my fully protection mate so just call me when ever you like of your in danger from that one"

FuriousWolf were damn glad to have a protoge and will do whatever it takes to protect him during this stay.

Nipsey listened to his fellow crew member Bombadil, and applauded him. He took a few puffs of his cigar, before approaching Bombadil.

"Great speech, my friend! Don't let the haters get to you. You'll achieve great things!"

Bombadil listened to his friends speak after he purchased a new purple hat. Cigar smoke was in air and Bombadil was inspired roll marijuana cigarette with a cigar of his own. He pulled out a cigar and a small, puffy, brown paper bag. Inside the bag were nuggets of what Bambadil calls 'Jesus Christ'. Because every time he smells the bag, he says "Jeeezzuz Christ!"

"They say, you become like the mobsters you surround yourself with the most," Bombadil voices as he begins to roll a slugger fit for a Hall of Famer,"Inescapable skill. Tectonic will. Fucking hundred thousand IQ. Doing numbers. These are all things that I surround myself with and I am fortunate to call you my friends." Bambadil completes his masterpiece of a marijuana smoking apparatus and ignites it, "Come smoke with me." Bombadil walked over to a stack of upside down milk crates and sat down.