Black CBT writes in

Yo yo yo I just wanna say to all my peoples dat dis white CBT, is a jokesta. Im da real CBT. BLACK CBT. I gots it likes dat, Im da one dat get all the yung hoochies, I blast out tires on folk whips dat try and purptrate on tha hood. Ya see in arkansas, we black folk run dis here souf. Any ol crakka ass fake simp nigga, wanna act like he got it like dat? You know dey fakin da funk. Crakka CBT be talkin bout da war and all dis in dat, but nigga, da real war is everyday out here in da concrete jungle. Shit I memba dis one time some ol kkk crakkas was throwin unna dem fire partys and shit behind my projects, so whadda black CBT do? I wents and borrowd a bed sheet from unna my niggas, and went to da meetin, myself, armed wit only a chicken wing bone and a pocket of watermelon seeds. When da one crakka in da purple sheet got up and startin yappin bout niggaz, I jumped up and cut his head off wit da chicken wang, ripped of my disguys and shot a wattamelon seed threw the jugular vein of dem crakkaz three atta time. I killed me bout foe hunnit crakka dat day, aint been no klan round hurr since den. After words dey threw a party foe me in da hood, I fucked bout 900 13 year olds and smoked up all da krack nigga, bout 2 tons worf.

And dats a real CBT.

Shouts out to my wifey Eriniqua, and my shawty FloJo

Hilarious. The Black CBT comes across as way more believable than the white one.