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I used ta git all up in tha mess hall n' smoke wit tha other lil playas mah freshmen year n' I had all dem sparkz of hope I might straight-up rap ta one of mah thugs when lil playas would near mah table ta eat. But every last muthafuckin time there was a remote chizzle dat I could gotz a meal up in tha company of others they would stare towardz me, no one eva make eye contact wit me, n' then just strutt away n' find another table ta sit at. I prefer tha library betta than tha mess hall anyway, much on tha fuckin' down-lowa n' I've grown ta ludd readin eva since I've been wiped from existence.
I found tha book
While struttin home I was thankin bout Huck n' how tha fuck he ran away n' then pretty soon I was thankin bout hustlin away mah dirty ass. I dropped tha whole afternoon plannin what tha fuck I was goin ta do. I had no scrilla ta mah name n' no experience at all except at bein self-reliant. I figured dat dat shiznit was betta than nothing. I figured mah dopest bet would be ta head south. If I go past Altec Rd n' all up in tha forest there be a graveyard dat I'll chill at tonight.
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I sit up, movin mah head tha fuck into tha shadow of tha oldschool playa ta block tha sunlight, n' looked at his ass straight-up bewildered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Is you rappin' ta me son?"
"Of course I'm rappin' ta yo thugged-out ass fo' realz. And you're
"What is you rappin' about, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass?"
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His grill softened tha fuck into a sorrow look. "Yo ass skanky child, you haven't realized have yo slick ass, biatch? Come, gangbang mah dirty ass." I had no clue what tha fuck was goin on yo, but I did what tha fuck tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at mah crazy ass to. I left mah bag up in tha mausoleum, still stunned dat tha pimpin' muthafucka talked ta mah dirty ass. Not only dat havin a cold-ass lil conversation wit mah dirty ass. But before I could drop a rhyme da perved-out muthafucka started rappin' ta me again n' again n' again as I followed his muthafuckin ass.
"I'm tha caretaker of dis here graveyard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I dug all these graves mah dirty ass, n' like I holla'
''JAMES WILLIAM MAVERICK JUNE 16TH 1982 – JUNE 15TH 1995''
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