But Balaam tell da guys dat work fo Balak, “No matta Balak even give me his palace fill up wit silva an gold, I no can do notting big o small, dat stay mo den wat my God, Da One In Charge, tell me 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!”