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>'Yo ass trip off all tha cappin', thatz why'
Da right playa up in tha wack place can make all tha difference up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! So, wake up, Mista Freeman. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
Yo crazy-ass appointment ta FEMA should be finalized within tha week. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I already discussed tha matta wit tha Senator.
>I take it da thug was agreeable?
Dude didn't straight-up gotz a cold-ass lil chizzle.
>Has his thugged-out lil' punk-ass been infected?
Oh fo'sho, most certainly. When I mentioned we could put his ass on tha prioritizzle list fo' tha Ambrosia vaccine, da thug was so willin dat shiznit was almost pathetic.
>This plague -- tha riotin is intensifyin ta tha point where we may not be able ta contain dat shit.
Why contain it, biatch? Let it spill over tha fuck into tha schools n' churches, let tha bodies pile up in tha streets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. In tha end, they'll beg our asses ta save dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
>I've received reportz of armed attacks on shipments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Therez not enough vaccine ta go around, n' tha underclasses is startin ta git desperate.
Of course they desperate. They can smell they dirtnaps, n' tha sound they'll make rattlin they cages will serve as a warnin ta tha rest.
>Hmm. I hope you not underestimatin tha problem. Da others may not go as on tha fuckin' down-lowly as you be thinkin -- intelligence indicates they behind tha problems up in Paris.
A bunch of pretentious oldschool pimps playin at hustlin tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But tha ghetto left dem behind long ago. We is tha future.
>Our thugged-out asses have other problems.
UNATCO?
>Formed by executizzle order afta tha terrorist strike on tha Statue. I have one of mah thugs up in place though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha sizz-auce. I be mo' concerned bout Cabbage -- he relocated ta Vandenberg.
Our biochem corpus is far up in advizzle of theirs, as is our electronic sentience, n' their... ethical inflexibilitizzle has allowed our asses ta make progress up in areas they refuse ta consider.
>Da augmentation project?
cont. biatches
Among other thangs -- but I must admit dat I've been somewhat pissed tha fuck off wit tha performizzle of tha primary unit.
>Da secondary unit should be online soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat punk currently undergoin preparations n' should be operationizzle within six months. My fuckin playas will continue ta report on his thugged-out lil' progress. If necessary, tha primary is ghon be terminated.
We've had ta endure much, you n' I yo, but soon there is ghon be order again, a freshly smoked up age fo' realz. Aquinas was rappin of tha mythical Citizzle on tha Hill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon dat hood is ghon be a reality, n' we is ghon be crowned its mackdaddys. Or betta than mackdaddys. Gods.
Why is we still here, biatch? Just ta suffer, biatch? Every night, I can feel mah leg... n' mah arm... even mah fingers. Da body I've lost... tha comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It aint nuthin but like they all still there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Yo ass feel it, too, don't yo slick ass, biatch? I be gonna make dem give back our past,
They played our asses like a thugged-out damn fiddle.
>I be yo' prom date, you skanky sack of shit
Not much of a change
I gotta reload durin a funky-ass battle
Therez not a god damn thang like tha feelin of slammin a long-ass silver cap tha fuck into a well greased chamber
Da right playa up in tha wack place can make all tha difference up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! So wake up, Mista Muthafuckin Freeman, raise up n' smell tha ashes.
You've heard storiez of tha Sierra Madre Casino. We all have. This storyz different than tha others. It aint nuthin but all up in promise of beginnings fo' realz. And tha ending.
Freed of both Dawg n' tha one whoz ass held Dogz leash, tha other voice resumed control. First tha mind, then finally, tha mutantz shell yo. His first act was ta tend ta tha scars on tha body wit careful hands, slowly healin all tha scars except tha ragged name torn on his chest yo. Dude briefly thought of remainin all up in tha Sierra Madre. But dat shiznit was a monument built by humans, representin suttin' he no longer needed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude fuckin started struttin westside, up in search of others like his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. As da ruffneck did, da perved-out muthafucka was rappin of tha courier whoz ass had set his ass free n' allowed his wild lil' freakadelic game ta begin again.
>>319683453
Dean Domino, gangbangin muthafucka, thug... thief... explored tha Sierra Madre not long afta da thug was rescued by tha Courier n' shit. Once he left tha theater, tha Sierra Madre recognized his ass as a guest, n' nuff doors opened ta his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude had ta admit, it had been built ta last. Durin his search, his schmoooove ass came across tha final recordz of Vera n' Sinclair, n' realized what tha fuck happened tha night tha bombs fell yo. Dude felt strangely fucked up fo' a moment, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had no clue why. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shruggin it off, his crazy-ass mind turned instead ta where tha Courier had come from. Vegas still survived, up there up in tha Mojave. Its sights, sounds... n' casinos, ripe fo' tha taking. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So givin tha Sierra Madre one last nod n' a wink, da perved-out muthafucka set off beyond tha Cloud ta begin again.
Christine, her mission complete, found freshly smoked up purpose as tha Sierra Madrez warden. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch peeped over it silently - by chizzle. Over time, tha pimp playas came ta peep her as one of tha Holograms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. They would peep it, silently, as dat biiiiatch strutted among dem wild-ass muthafuckas fo' realz. At times, Chrizzle thought of tha Courier, whoz ass had kept Elijahz hand from her throat. Da Courier reminded her of tha other courier dat freaky freaky biatch had kicked it wit up in tha Big Empty, n' wondered if tha two had found each other at last. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did not be thinkin of dem again n' again n' again until dat freaky freaky biatch heard tha legendz of tha Divide. Da Divide, where tha two messengers, tha two couriers, fought beneath a ancient flag, all up in tha edge of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
>>319683548
You've heard of tha Sierra Madre Casino. We all have, tha legend, tha curses. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some foolishnizz bout it lyin up in tha middle of a Citizzle of Dead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! A hood of pimps. Buried beneath a funky-ass blood-red cloud... a funky-ass bright, shinin monument lurin treasure huntas ta they doom fo' realz. An illusion dat you can begin again, chizzle yo' fortunes. Findin it, though, thatz not tha hard part. It aint nuthin but lettin go
I be nuclear, I be wild, I be breakin up instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! A ass of fucked up glass, defiled, deep inside tha abandoned child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Wolves hunt up in packs muthafucka! Take care yo ass aint soaked up in water!
What the fuck is going on in this thread?
We not buryin at sea, biatch? Then what, biatch?
We bout ta make diamondz from they ashes, take dem tha fuck into battle wit us.
I've reflected upon his fuckin lyrics, n' I peep tha wisdom up in dem wild-ass muthafuckas. We is all bound by our experiences. They is tha limitz of our consciousness. But up in tha end, tha human ass will eva reach fo' tha real deal... This is what tha fuck Adam taught mah dirty ass.
>"They be lookin like monstas ta yo slick ass?"
- Vinny Smizzle, 2003
"Yo daddy, I be gonna be hyped like a muthafucka. Oh god, harder, harder!"
- Cassie Cage, 2015
I started doin thangs up in a lil' small-ass village. I was still a cold-ass lil lil pimp when we was raided by soldiers. Foreign soldiers. Torn from mah elders, I was made ta drop a rhyme they language. With each freshly smoked up post mah mastas chizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Along wit tha lyrics they made me speak. With each chizzle, I chizzled like a muthafucka. My fuckin thoughts, personality, how tha fuck I saw right n' wrong. Lyrics - can - kill.
No matta how tha fuck wack mah dizzle had been, dat schmoooove muthafucka da thug was always waitin there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho yo. How tha fuck odd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! My fuckin gel is de-coagulatin.
And when I would rap ta his ass bout Betsy - n' how tha fuck Marcus would beat on me n' call mah sissy smarty pants, he'd just sit there, head on mah knee.
If you don't mind, I be bout ta take dat bowl. Just need ta remove dat shit. Put it away. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somewhere outta radar range.
for some reason its similaritizzle ta tha crater-shape of Big MT is startin ta fill up all available cognitizzle spaces. that combined wit mah own overwhelmin feelin of havin done suttin' shitty tha two is hittin me wit unexpected force
As odd as it is, I believe dat is tha conclusion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And I wonder why it didn't hit me before, until I saw dat memory up in yo' hands.
This sensation is unpleasant, I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit fo' dat shit. I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit fo' dis place either n' shiznit fo' realz. And I feel as if we've forgotten something
War. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Battle never chizzles.
Da Romans waged war ta gather slaves n' wealth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spain built a empire from its lust fo' gold n' territory yo. Hitla shaped a funky-ass battered Germany tha fuck into a economic superpower.
But war never chizzles.
In tha 21st century, war was still waged over tha resources dat could be acquired. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Only dis time, tha spoilz of war was also its weapons: Petroleum n' Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, tha US would annex Canada, n' tha European Commonwealth would dissolve tha fuck into quarreling, bickerin nation-states, bent on controllin tha last remainin resources on Earth.
In 2077, tha storm of ghetto war had come again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In two brief hours, most of tha hood was reduced ta cindaz fo' realz. And from tha ashez of nuclear devastation, a freshly smoked up civilization would struggle ta arise.
A few was able ta reach tha relatizzle safety of tha big-ass underground Vaults, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Yo crazy-ass crew was part of dat crew dat entered Vault Thirteen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Imprisoned safely behind tha big-ass Vault door, under a mountain of stone, a generation has lived without knowledge of tha outside ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
Life up in tha Vault be bout ta chizzle.
>>319685269
Good lord, I want this voiced by Snoop Dogg.
>>319681471
Apparently so. But suppose you throw a cold-ass lil coin enough times, suppose one day- it landz on itz edge.
Kain is deified. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da Clans tell talez of Him. Few know tha real deal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Dude was mortal once, as was we all. But fuck datshiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat His contempt fo' humanitizzle drove his ass ta create me, n' mah brethren.
>>319681471
I be rockin war as a funky-ass bidnizz ta git erected... so I can end war as a funky-ass bidnizz! In mah freshly smoked up America, playas will take a thugged-out dirtnap n' bust a cap up in fo' what tha fuck they BELIEVE! Not fo' scrilla. Not fo' oil! Not fo' what tha fuck they holla'd at is right. Every playa is ghon be free ta fight his own wars!
>>319682550
yo ass is pretty good
>Blame yo ass or God
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