Death Row, with Kalani Robb

Say your prayers Kalani Robb Last phone call: I’d call hell to let old man Lucifer I’m gonna be late for dinner. Execution audience: My close friends Jimmy Boags and the Toohey brothers would be there because you can’t have a barbeque without beer. Last dream session:  Definitely out at Rocky’s with all the boys, there’s too many to name but they would be there fucking around at Ronnie’s Bowl. Soon to be called Ronnie& Kalani’s Bowl after I’ve been fired to a crisp by the Sizzlin’ Sally up in the big house. Last will and testament: Shit! What gear? I ain’t got shit and all my boys already use all my shit like it was their own shit anyway, so no biggy there. Last minute apologies: Oh yeah, sorry Fox…NOT!!! Last minute regret:  Yep, I didn’t become World Champ so I could show the boys how to really spend up the skrilla*! And by the way I was the first to buy a Benz not Slater. Ha! Last minute religion:  Scientology? Kalanitology? Nah, just a little Jah! Last meal: Chocolate chip Haagen-Dazs for starters, main and dessert.