Release: 350 Levels for Warcraft 2
Company: Maverick Software
Info: Its a Warcraft 2 Add-on.
Disk: 8 Disks
Date: January 19th, 1998 - Martin Luther King Day!

Prez: The Rev. Kareem 'O' Wheat
crackaz: Tupac Aday and Tawana Brawley
supplaz: David Dinkins and Weezie Jefferson
Membaz: Steve Urkel, Kweisi Mffume, and Bill Cosby

Yo homies, Happy Martin Luther King Day! This is the day for remembrance, on
how yo all a bunch of stupid ass white crackers, and we am a oppressed race.
Its also da day, to rememba otha famous brotha's and sista's who helped make dis
country great. Bitches like "Aunt Jemima". People probably saying 'Yo kareem,
what you on crack? What did that pancake bitch do???'. Well nigga, i be going
ta tell ya dat. Dis lady here, single handedly broke da color barrier in the
very racist breakfast food mascot industry. Racist's like that cracker ass
Quaker Oats guy, and that mothafucking jew Capt. Crunch<he is a Kike you know>
Tried to keep her down! But with the support, of prominent black men like
Uncle Ben, and dat Cream O Wheat nigger, she managed to break into that Cracker
dominated industry. She even had a half cracker Mulatto kid with Da Trix Bunny.
Who would also one day revolutionize the Breakfast industry, her name was
"Mrs Butterworth". Yup, Black when she's full, White when she's empty.. That
Zebra bastard kid of Aunt Jemima's and da Trix Bunny am one of da most important
Breakfast Icons of da day. So before remembering dat dumb ass Martin Luther King
who really didnt do all dat much, but march around and look stupid. Remember
important figures in black history. Woman like Aunt Jemima and Mrs Butterworth!

Well here's da release info. Well, its fucking 350 level's for Warcraft 2, you
fuckin dumb ass cracker. What kind of info you need? You got Warcraft2? You
want more levels? Well here dey fuckin are. You am stupid.

Some other groups, do some gay ass poem's in dere NFO. So we decided, to show
em how to do a real one. It be called "Da Night befo Crimmus"
Yo read the left side first, then move onto da right you cracka's.

Wuz de night befo Crimmus,       1     │ On Leroy, on Lonzo.
An' all ower de hood.            s     │ And on Willie Lee
erybody wuz sleepin'             t     │ on Saphire on Chenequa
Dey wuz sleepin good.                  │ Dey wuz a site to see!

We hunged uo our stockings.      e     │ As he landed dat watta' mellon
An hoped like de'heck            r     │ Out der on da street
Dat ole Sanna Clause             s     │ I knowed it was fo' sho'
Be Bringin our check             e     │ Da damndest site i ebber did see

All o'de fambily                       │He didnt go down no chimbley
Wuz layin in de beds                   │He picked da'lock on my doe
While Ripple and Thunderbird           │An i sez to myself
Danced tru'dey heads                   │"Shit!! He done dis befoe!!"

I passed out inna'flo                  │He had dis big bag
Right nex to my Maw.                   │Full of prezents i 'xpect
When i heard sech a fuss               │Wid Air Jordans and fake gold,
I thunk "It must be de law!!!"         │To wear roun'my neck

I looked out thru de bars              │But he left no good prezents
What covered my doe                    │Just started stealing my shit
'spectin' de sheriff                   │Got my drugs, got my guns
Wif a warrent fo sho.                  │Even got my burglars kit!!

And what did i see                     │Wit my shit in de bag
I said, "lawd look at dat!!"           │Out da window he flewed
Ther wuz a huge watermellon            │I woudda'tried to catched him.
Pulled by giant ward rats!!            │But he stoled my 'nife too!!

Now ober all de years                  │He jumped on dat wadda'mellon
Santa Clause he be white               │An' whipped out a switch
But looks liken us bros                │He wuz gone in a seccon'
Gots a black Sanna dis nite            │Dat son of a bitch!!

Fast dan a Po'lees car,                │Next year i be hopin'
My home boy he came                    │Anutha Sanna we git
He whupped on dem Warf rats            │Cuz'diz here Sanna Clause
An' called dem by name!                │Jus' ain't werf a shit!!