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Line 1: ~~[[File:Soniczizzle.gif\|thumb\|230px\|Artistz interpretation of Soniczizzle.]]~~I be a total Sonic tha Hedgehog hustla much like any suckas, I wanna bust a nut on tha newer game yo, but I don't mind playin tha classics. I don't be thinkin I've eva played glitchy or jacked game before, though I don't be thinkin I wanna play any afta tha experience I had... It started on a sick summer afternoon, I was playin Soniczizzle Unleashed (I was horny bout how tha fuck you git ta explore tha towns up in it) until I noticed, outta mah peripheral vision, dat tha mailman had arrived n' put suttin' up in mah mailbox as usual n' left. I paused mah game ta go peep what tha fuck I gots up in tha mail... Da only thang up in tha Mailbox was a CD case fo' computas n' a note. I took it inside. I looked all up in tha note first n' realized dat shiznit was from mah dear playa Kyle (Letz just call his ass that), whom I hadn't heard from up in 2 weeks. I know dat cuz I recognized his handwriting, though what tha fuck was weird is how tha fuck it looked; it looked badly freestyled n' scratchy n' somewhat hard as fuck ta read, as if Kyle was havin a hard time freestylin it down n' done did it up in a hurry. Line 7: "Tom, I can't take it no mo', I had ta git rid of dis thang somehow before dat shiznit was too late, n' I was hopin you'd do it fo' mah dirty ass. I can't do it, ~~he’s~~he's afta me, n' if you don't destroy dis CD, he'll come afta you too, tha pimpin' muthafucka too fast fo' mah dirty ass.... Quit playin' n' do what tha fuck I be sayin'! Please Tom, destroy dis god-forsaken disc before his schmoooove ass comes afta you too, itz too late fo' mah dirty ass. Line 111: When he grabbed mah crazy ass n' I saw his bleedin black n' red-eyed, grinnin face, I raised up wit a gangbangin' fright. After a cold-ass lil couple minutes I decided ta continue playin tha game. I ~~don’t~~don't know why yo, but I had ta know, I had ta figure up why dis was happening... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I turned on tha computer, turned on tha game n' selected Robotnik next. I still thought dat was wacky, playin as Robotnik yo, but anyway tha level title rocked up again n' again n' again n' dis time it holla'd "...", which I found straight-up freaky. This time I was up in some kind of hallway, didn't straight-up be lookin like dat shiznit was from any of tha funky-ass Sonic games, though it has tha pixelated style; tha floor was shiny n' checkered, tha walls was a thugged-out dark greyish purple wit animated ~~candlelight’s~~candlelight's n' all dem dark bloodstains here n' there, n' there was a thugged-out dark red curtain hangin above on tha top part of tha screen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Every 12 secondz or so dat red curtain sways straight-up slowly yo, but whenever you playin tha game you can barely peep it move. Da noize was oddly pleasant, a piano playin a rather fucked up yet laid back cold lil' woo wop yo, but I knew better, dis was tha cold lil' woo wop dat played up in Hill act 1, only it wasn't up in reverse. Robotnik didn't look entirely straight-up trippin like Tails n' Knucklez did yo, but da ruffneck did gotz a suspicious look on his wild lil' grill as if da thug was just a lil' bit paranoid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude did a lil animation when I just left his ass standing, tha pimpin' muthafucka turns his head ta tha left n' then ta tha right at least twice n' then shrugs at me, as if dat schmoooove muthafucka has no clue where da thug was or what tha fuck was goin on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Even though I was scared outta mah mind bout what tha fuck was goin ta happen, I had Robotnik continue onward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude did his usual hustlin animation (Yo ass know, when you've beaten his ass all up in tha end of a cold-ass lil funky-ass Sonic game n' you chase him) as we continued goin all up in tha hallway. Line 180: ... Waz a Soniczizzle plushie, smilin wit bloodstains under its eyes. [[Category:~~Blatant Ripoffs~~Trollpasta]] [[Category:Ghetto Talk]] [[Category:Sonic]] [[Category:File Extensions]] [[Category:~~Wall~~WHAT ofA ~~Text~~TWIST!]] [[Category:MOTHER OF FUCK THIS PAGE IS LONG LIKE MY PAINIS]] [[Category:Hyper-realistic]] {{Comments}}