And there were three kings: Martin Luther, Don and Rodney. Martin Luther was the smartest of the three; he preached equality, peace and self-respect. He was the good king. Don was a deebo who sprung on the wrong cat and got rickets from a stank-poon on 125th street. He was a pumpa-bumpa, who turned a trick on a skeeza named Geranaho, and suffered in drinkin a case Nat’ral Ice, while blasting diarrhea all over his crib. He was a bad king. Rodney was a pull-dagga, coochy rippa, who was geekin’ on bakin’ soda, while flab-stabbin’ some ho in da back of a Hoopty. He did da jelly donut to da moggle-trick, while Amadou Diallo, changed his name to Im-a-do-what-da-cops-tell-me-to-do. He was the worst king of all.