was good, Motherfuckers. It's your boy Ben Barson. I would like to take this moment as a world

famous neurosurgeon, world famous bodega boys, interjuck dialogist. That is a real thing

that I just invented and the only person in life to repair the severely damaged cortex

of a lycra. Yes, that's right. A hybrid of a lion and its eye. Only I have done that.

Once again, mainstream media has led you to believe that I, Ben Barson, have suspended

my campaign. This is false. It's patently false. Listen to me. Ted Cruz, I will smack all

500,000 teeth out of your little pussy-ass mouth if you ever direct slander or iron in

my direction ever again in your life. That's for you. And Donald Trump, I will smack your

little tangerine face. I swear to God, candy, hold me back. Hold me back, candy. This

niggas know what time it is. Bodega boys, these are the nicest in the building. The kid

marrows in the building. I'm getting hot. I might have to take my blazer off. Hold on a second.

It's Ben Barson and this bitch. The views expressed by these two may have been fucked

that shit. Run this shit. Ben Barson, bitch. Live from Red Bull Studios, New York.

Oh shit, oh so quartet. It's number one. God, I say.

Episode four, take a bow, dig a boy's in the building. It's your boy, these are nice AKA,

young Chipotle, AK, Mr. Milno,

Vicenta, Iquato, AK, Christappal, Slingsick, AKA, these are just rocksteen, your favorite

black juice straight from Hollywood, baby. Catch me with my shirt open, showing a little

chest hair, a little star David, no shooting in the shantayma, no.

Y'all just kidding, you would do a red flag, AKA, I'm dropping hot shit like a crane

in the midtown, nigga, what's up? That just happened. That just happened. That lets you

know that this was recorded live. You know what I'm saying? This was not recorded in

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