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| Corey Styles?; More like Whorey Styles. Hahahaha | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 19 2006, 02:16 PM (53 Views) | |
| Team WOY | Jan 19 2006, 02:16 PM Post #1 |
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The NGPW camera faded in upon a strip club somewhere in New York. How do you know it's New York? The strippers all have Jeter's face tattoo'd on their tits. The camera tried to avoid the nudity as much as possible, and eventually found the man they were looking for. He was receiving a lap dance from some girl with the ugliest face you've ever seen, but an ass the size of Rhode Island. The slut was grinding all up on the man's body, and he just had this smirk on his face, as he slipped some Monopoly money into the waistband of her thong. He saw the camera and shoved the whore away, waving the cameraman over. The cameraman found a seat, and now that we're nice and close, it's seen to be Homicide! His eyes carried a glassy appeal that proved that the man had downed a few drinks in the course of the night. His upper body had a black t-shirt that had a red target grid, like from a shooting range, but in the middle, the numbers "187" were the target. A few bullet holes were on the image as well, as if Dee had been shot! The back of that shirt had the words "No Honor, No Peace" on it, with some blood splatters surrounding the words. His head was wrapped in a black headband that was really just a bandana folded over a lot. He coughed a few times as he prepared to speak, and then looked around in confusion. "YO JULIUS...YO..J-TRAIN WHERE YOU AT? JULIUS?!" Homicide looked around with a look of panic on his face, as the real promo man was nowhere to be found. He'd have to fight through it, though, so the Puerto Rican cleared his throat a few more times. "Yo I dunno where Julius went off to but I got some words ta' say ta' this punk ass Corey Styles. Yo nigga is you retarded? You n dat dumbass Sasan or wuteva be talkin some stupid shit and I cain't even follow along! You niggas be talkin about some Intergender championship and I ain't got a clue what you talkin 'bout! I dunno what you be doin in yo spare time but the only time I be fightin women is when ya moms be takin it from behind and i donkey punch dat ho!" Homicide let a look of slight disappointment cross his face, as he had completely failed at using a Julius line. Then, the camera caught a man sprinting out of a room with a sign above it that said BOOM BOOM ROOM. That man had a lime green headband on, and his face was covered in sweat. He ran up to the camera with his pants unbuttoned, but luckily, no meat saw the light of day. "Hewwo. SASAN, YOU BITCH ASS PUNK ASS! YOU LIKE CLOWNS?! YOU LOOK LIKE THE CLOWN WHO RAPES LIL' BOYS! You like to stick yo' Cucumber up lil' boys asses! You be actin' like 'HONK HONK! I'MA CLOWN!' before you fuckin' RAPE! LIT-TLE!! BOYS!!! Wha? You got to lil' A. J.'s cousin?! You RAPE him, too?! Yo' ass makin' him an intern-gender?! WHAT'S DA HELL IS AN INTERN-GENDER?! Is that what you call yo' RAPE VICTIMS?! He a southern kid, too! All religious and shit. I've seen A. J. I've seen his Bible. I once put mah dick in his Bible...BUT DAT'S ANOTHAH STORY! A. J. be reading and preaching, AND YOU RAPE HIS BABY COUSIN?! I swears to God, Sasamo. I swears it to GOD! You try to rape me or Dee, and BELIEVE ME, MUTHA FUCKAH! I WILL RAPE YOU! You bring a Cucumber, I'll bring a WATERMELON! Let's SEE how loose yo'r caboose BE THEN, SUCKAH! I go 'BLELELELAAT! straight in yo' FACE! I take that little alter-boy Corey Styles and I go 'BLELELELAAAT!' on him TOO! You know WHY?! Cause ain't NOBODY GOT SHIT! ON!! ME!!! THE DEVIL IS ON MY PENIS AND HE IS READY TO MAKE YOU SPEAK IN TONGUES, NIGGA! sKEET sKEET sKEET!! All ovah ya' painted ass face. sKEET sKEET sKEET! Let's see yo' dumb ass get on the microphone and jaw-off NOW! HOW YOU GON' SPEAK RIGHT WHEN YOU GOT A BIG, BLACK DICK IN IT?! You CAN'T! Julius T. Smokes is gonna FUCK YOU and FUCK YOU GOOD if you so much as TOUCH HOMICIDE! Holla' at ya boy NOW!" Homicide nodded in agreement with Julius T. Smokes, and the two of them pushed the cameraman away, as a couple of strippers walked over to the two of them. The camera faded out, as the strippers began disrobing. |
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