In West Uganda born and raised, on the battlefield is where I spent most of my days. Chilling’ out, maxin’ reloadin’ all cool and taking some African kids out of their school. When a couple of liberals started making me fret, started making trouble on the Internet. They started one campaign and my men demanded, they said “You’re moving’ with your kids to a barracks in Sudan.”I whistled for a van and when it came near, it was a school bus with armed kids in the rear. If anything I could’ve went to a few villages and installed more fear, but I thought “Nah forget it, kids we’re outta here.”I pulled up in Sudan ‘bout 7 or 8 and I yelled to Museveni “Umad smell ya later”, looked at my army composed of my homies, an’ sat on my throne ‘cause I’m Joseph motherfuckin’ Kony.