This is Prince Rogers Nelson.  Sometimes you just gotta laugh to keep from burnin’ the place down.

Yesterday, me and Robin Williams grabbed the mic and took a walk through the haunted halls of that thing they call “Paisley Park.” Let’s be clear—that’s my house. My studio. My sanctuary. Not a museum. Not a gift shop. Not a cash grab.

And not one of them is authorized to be there.

So we did what any self-respecting creative rebels would do—we roasted it. From the fentanyl chef to the tourists in souvenir socks, nobody got spared. Robin came in full throttle. I just laid down the facts. And if you think we held back… baby, think again.

This wasn’t just comedy. This was exorcism.

— Prince