Dat nite God come by Balaam an tell um, “If dese guys come hea fo get you fo come wit dem, az okay, go wit dem. But you ony can do wateva I goin tell you fo real kine fo do!”
Balaam tell, “Eh! I hea by you awready! But you figga I can tell jus anyting, o wat?! No way! God goin put da words inside my mout, an dass da ony ting I goin tell!”
Den Balaam tell Balak, “Stay ova hea by da side a yoa burn up kine sacrifice. I goin go ova dea. Maybe Da One In Charge goin meet wit me. Wateva he tell me, I goin tell you.” Den he go to one hill top wea no mo notting.
‘No matta Balak give me his palace fill up wit silva an gold, I no can do notting good o bad, but ony wat Da One In Charge tell me fo do. I gotta tell ony wat he tell me fo tell.’
Dey no work fo Jesus Christ, Da One In Charge a us guys. Dey ony work fo get tings dat dey like ony fo dem. Dey talk nice kine to da peopo dat donno wat stay good an wat stay bad still yet. Dey tell dose peopo da kine stuff dey like hear fo bulai um.
Dey stan up in front erybody an tell, “God, I know him!” But den, dey turn aroun an ack jalike dey donno him. Nobody like stay wit dat kine peopo. Dey no lissen. Dey donno how fo do wass good.