Ludacris: What the f** you doing with my sh**?
DJ Drama: Mmmm mmammammm
Ludacris: I can't hear a word then you gotta say
DJ Drama: Maammm maam mmmammaamm
Ludacris: Let me take your f** off
*scotch straps over*
DJ Drama: OOOW!
Ludacris: What the f** you doing with my sh**?
DJ Drama: Nothing, i gotta chillin your sh**
Ludacris: I can't feel you again, n***a
DJ Drama: Why you can't feel me right now?
*gun co*king*
Ludacris: Cause i have a gun, b**h
DJ Drama: OK, LUDA, OK, I GOTTA PLAY YOU sh*t, I CAN'T PLAYED THAT, I CAN'T PLAY YOUR sh*t ANYMORE!
Ludacris: OK, man, this is the real DJ Drama then i gotta see
DJ Drama: NOW GET THE GUN OFF MY FACE!
Ludacris: OK
*gun sets over*
Ludacris: Theater of my mind, b**h!
DJ Drama: Yeah, b**h!
*both laughs*