Hypothetical question...

[Sex Luthor]

Say you were on death row for 29 years and you get your execution date.

They tell you the date and that you have been granted an option before your execution. Your options are for exactly 24 hours the day before your last day on earth you get whatever you want to eat in your cell all day long, have 24 hours at the whore house of your choice for free or nothing. Which would you pick, food, sex or peace?

 

[Sniper]

I’d get shot by the guards because the person who asked me that question’s getting murdered.

 

[BobbyWojak]

I'd rather be killed during an escape attempt than walk into an execution.

 

[2 one 3]

Easy…

Whore house

Get to smash, game up some biitches, use them as a distraction for my getaway…



Sit in jail all day eating whatever the fuuck I want sounds miserable.


Eating a 5 star meal in a shiity ass jail cell…

 

[BurstWicks]

if you choose food you gon have indigestion basically all day, going to your death on a bad stomach n shyt that aint poppin, fukk peace cause i done had 29 years of that shyt.... naw nikka... gimme dem hoes


you wanna talk about raw and no regret, nikka im impregnating as many of dem broads as possible, on a empty stomach and all... then I can finally walk to my death with a big ole smile on my face knowing that my work on this world is finally complete

 

[Stir Fry]

24 hours of raw and reciting a reincarnation spell as i’m being fried later that evening.

 

[Sex Luthor]

I’d get shot by the guards because the person who asked me that question’s getting murdered.

 

[TL15]

Anything I want to eat?

I’d ask them to live boil the judge who gave me the death sentence and then just wouldn’t eat him

 

[jdubnyce]

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fukk it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bytches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what