that's why i spend so much time being a gangster ass THUG, because the badder i am in this life, the more awesome shit i'll get to do in hell. if you're good all your life, you have to go to heaven, and they don't even have weed there. they'll be all like "but this is heaven, WE HAF TO B GUUD."
well, if i were in heaven, that's when i'd put on my sunglasses, pull my SMGs out of my coat, and yell "FUCK THA PO-LEES." after that, everything would be in slow motion. you'd see jesus stand up, pointing at me, saying "iiicccccceeeeee ttthhhhhiiiiisssss sssiiinnnnnnnnneeeerrr" in slow-mo, all the angels and even god would pull out AK-47s, desert eagles, and sticky bombs, but i'm such a slick mothafucka, i'd jump off a cloud, turn as i'm falling, and start shooting back at them while i fall. and as i'm falling, WHO ELSE but my n!qqa SATAN would shoot up out of the cracks of the earth and catch me. he'd say "you'd think i'd miss this party?" and i'd say "FUCK no, satan. now let's shake these god-fearing hoes and go back to hell and race lamborghinis and drink BEER while we do it, because there are no road regulations in hell because you didn't make any." as we fall through the cracks to hell, guns and middle fingers ablaze, jesus would look down at us from a cloud and yell "FUCK!!" because of how mad he is at letting us escape. awesome.