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.