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"DID YA'LL HEAR THAT NEW SOULJA BOY SONG 'THUG LYFE WEED x10????'" "WAHT BOUT DA LIL WAYN SONG CALLD 'DAT pusillanimous individual REEL PHRESH 420420?????'"
world of chaos = ghetto of chaosit's the first page i gizoogled and it was amazingly hilarious to read
How tha forget do I ban gangstas?
some muthaforgeta posted a joint dat translates joint tha forget into "homies language" but I can't find dat stuff.can some muthaforgeta post it?
In massive n' darkly lit room tha Mayor sat yo. His oil bleedin eyes was hidden up in tha darknizz save fo' tha occasionizzle glimmer of his optics against tha fireplaces light. They gazed longingly at a photo on tha desk. If only tha accident hadn't happened. Y'all KNOW dat stuff, muthaforgeta! His disfigured mechanical grill still felt tha entrepreneur of what tha forget once was, n' his forgetin lil' desire ta make thangs mo' betta filled his heart wit a unholy immoral rage. There was no price ta entrepreneur ed out, nor distizzle ta far, he would go ta git back what tha forget belonged ta his muthaforgetin ass. Da BlackStar must be found, itz tha only way ta obtain tha cure. Da playa up in tha room would soona exterminizzle tha remainin population than give up tha remnantz of his crazy-ass mechanical empire yo. Dude was close, he could feel dat stuff. Da mutant dat knows itz location has abandoned tha hood. Possibly bustin itz way towardz tha giant outpost of tha former Great Britain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Gayfieldz top billin enemy. Ever since tha fall of tha ghetto nations, Britain has held fast, even afta tha entrepreneur ed out burial. Barnabas gritted his crazy-ass mechanical jaw against his human teeth. Da mutant, n' whoever is helpin tha mutant, will never peep Britains walls. Barnabas slams his wild lil' fist down on a cold-ass lil com-link."BRING ME THE CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD!"A desperate compilation of yellin n' scramblin noises could be heard on tha other side. Da secretary nervously answered back."W- Were bustin his ass up muthaforgetin right now Mista Muthaforgetin Mayor!""Well bust his ass up fasta you incompetent piece of trash!" Barnabas standz up from his forgetin lil' desk n' leans over dat stuff. Da doctor holla'd tha stress wasn't phat fo' tha flesh around his jaw yo. Dude rotates his jaw a lil n' waitz impatiently fo' tha door ta open.A five-o bot a stuffload like Matt entas tha room n' flashes a salute."Reportin fo' duty, Sir!"Da Mayor grumbled somethang under his breath n' suddenly done cooked up his dirty ass deceptively calm."Captain, tha mutant aint up in mah cells. Itz been a whole week since itz last sighting. Even tha street goons had found itz truck fasta than yo' force could carry out. Why is mah ordaz not bein accomplished.""Were hittin dat shizzle as hard as our crazy-ass asses can, sir. Just yesterdizzle one of our strutters reported givin chase ta a lil' small-ass truck tha forget into tha redzizzlee."Da Mayor seemed pleased by dis shizzle yo. Dude smiled, revealin a row and mangled teeth."Send tha aerials up in afta it fo' realz. And take tha mutant, ALIVE. Bust a cap up in tha others."