Sup ya'll. Dis be Justin and thanks to so many people I'm livin large. Who? Well here I go. Thanks and mad props to the big G-O-D for makin me look so good even though I got no talent. Thank you Mommy, Daddy, step-Mommy, and step-Daddy for wiping my butt and givin me a whoopin when I needed it. Jonathon and Steven, my lil bros, ya'll is tight and when you get older I'm gonna teach both of you to pimp like me. Britney, my hoe, I 'preciate the late night lovin at the Motel 6. Hit me baby one more time. Yeaaah. Lou, big poppa, thanks for all the late night lovin too. Even though I didn't want to, you said it was good for my stamina. Thanks poppa. Thank you Tyra, Halle, and Janet for just bein alive. Shoutout to our phat band, bodyguards, and crew for takin care of us. And to Jennifer, our wardrobe mistress, YOU'RE FIRED. Oh, but uh, leave those spandex shorts aight? Thanks to JC for bringin the whip on the road, Joey for takin me to dem crunk underground clubs, Lance for teachin me how to "ride it, ride it" cuz you're from Mississippi, and Chris for gettin dat dang dog outta my bunk and cleanin up his crap for me cuz I gotta keep my hands clean. To the fans, speshly da ladies, thanks for spendin your doe. Keep comin to the shows and givin me a reason to thrust what my momma gave me. Aight, that's bout it. If I forgot anyone, dat probly means you ain't worth my spit. Peace out ya'll, love Justin.
