PRESENCE OF FEDS
Comedians, amateurs even. Los Federales, more delirious than Eddie Murphy, almost retarded like a Carlos Mencia bit. For the most part Los Federales are a big fucking joke. There—I said it. THEY’RE A JOKE. A BIG FUCKING JOKE. 
Arrest me. Los Federales. How they bust anyone is a mystery. They’re truly the gang that can’t shoot straight. Bumbling Inspector Clouseau’s, all. Their presence at The Show is felt, sure, but Tom Rogan induces more Fear than Los Federales. That’s a Factor. The thing is Los Federales often appears incompetent. They’ll bust some local city bum for selling weed or a young nobody with a coupla doses. And they’re mad obvious. The way they walk around The Lot dressed in brand new Birkenstocks and tye-dye T-shirts. Where do they get their intelligence? Do they even have intelligence? They love to snap pictures. They’ve been snapping pictures of me since I was sixteen. I must have a file this thick. All the pictures stuffed in some cabinet in Washington. That’s H for Horowitz, bitches. Am I supposed to be scared? Surveillance. Stoops. The camera lens is the only thing shuddering believe you me. Los Federales de paparazzi snapping pictures like Japanese tourists for no apparent reason other than to justify the outrageous amount of tax-dollars spent on such counterproductive endeavors. They’ll never catch any true headz!!!
