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It aint nuthin but midnight now n' I have mah backpack packed wit spare clothes, a funky-ass blanket n' other shit I may need. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I slowly open tha door ta mah muthafathas room ta give mah momma a lick peace out, I hear her cry mah name at night up in her chill every last muthafuckin once up in a while. Even though she refuses ta drop a rhyme ta me I know her big-ass booty still loves mah dirty ass. I stand over her chillin body n' I give her a lick on tha forehead n' gangbang her peace out.
A tear rolls down her cheek n' dat biiiiatch whispers “I"I miss you baby, why did you gotta leave” In her chill.
I cry like a muthafucka. Even though her ass is chillin her big-ass booty was rappin ta mah dirty ass. Da first lyrics I eva heard pimped up towardz me up in four years. “I’m"I’m sorry mamma yo, but I can’t stand bein ridin' solo no mo'. I need ta muthafuckin bounce.”
“You’re"You’re not ridin' solo. I’m always here fo' you baby. I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass.”
Now yo ass is but when you’re awake I’m all ridin' solo.. n' you KNOWS ta mah dirty ass. “Goodbye"Goodbye mamma.” I holla'd ta her fo' tha last time fo' realz. And I strutted outta tha room hearin a gangbangin' faint peace out from behind tha closed door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I couldn't stop bustin up like a biatch as I fuckin started mah trip ta mah freshly smoked up game. Well shiiiit, it has been so long since I heard her drop a rhyme ta me, all kindsa muthafuckin nights I went ta chill wishin ta have her tuck me up in n' say dat she loved mah dirty ass.
Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I been ridin' solo fo' so long n' I could tell by tha voice her big-ass booty was rappin up in dat dat biiiiatch was ridin' solo also. Both of our asses wantin tha same thang but neither of our asses did anythang bout it fo' realz. Afta bout a minute I sobered up n' continued all up in tha woods.
I came ta a cold-ass lil clearin n' I could peep tha gate ta tha graveyard n' some tombstones scattered about. I climbed tha fence n' started wanderin round seekin a place ta rest fo' tha night. I tried openin nuff muthafuckin mausoleums until I come across a unlocked one. I laid tha blanket on tha stone ground n' used mah backpack as a pillow n' before I knew it I was fast asleep.
“Git"Git outta there you punk!” a raspy voice yelled, startlin me from mah chill. I opened mah eyes slowly ta git use ta tha bright sunlight shinin in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Git"Git up here now before I call tha five-o on you, nahmean biiiatch?”
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"Is you rappin' ta me son?”
“Of"Of course I’m rappin' ta yo thugged-out ass fo' realz. And you’re trespas…” Dude stopped rappin' mid sentence n' stared all up in mah face. Not all up in me like any suckas seemed ta do but at mah eyes, he even shifted his body ta peep mah grill up in tha sunlight yo. Dude closed his wild lil' fuckin eyes n' his thugged-out angered grill turned stoic. “I"I've been waitin fo' you ta show up. I never forget a gangbangin' face.” Dude holla'd up in a soft voice.
“What"What is you rappin' about, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass?”
His grill softened tha fuck into a sorrow look. “Yo"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"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'd… I never forget a gangbangin' face.” Dude looked at me, his wild lil' grill full of grief. “It"It must done been tough growin up all on yo' own; yo' grill has chizzled a shitload but yo' eyes is tha same…” I was goin ta ask his ass what tha fuck da thug was rappin' bout again, he must be faded or something. But instead he motioned mah crazy ass ta peep tha tombstone we stopped up in front of.
''JAMES WILLIAM MAVERICK JUNE 16TH 1982 – JUNE 15TH 1995''
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