The Boy on the Beach (Drunk Edition): Difference between revisions

Hoes call me Kate Cambridge. I work as a five-o fool up in Melbourne, Florida. We probably solve straight-up strange crimes yo, but dis crime is just ta tha deal wit bein supernatural. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Well shiiiit, it all started up in 2002 yo, but we never thought bout how tha fuck tha crime could be connected ta this.

==March 23, 2002==

A playa of mine named Dizzy Clark gave me shiznit on tha event, as da thug was there ta witnizz it yo. His lil hustla Tyla wanted ta play on tha beach, n' da perved-out muthafucka holla'd his schmoooove ass could. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude took dis a lil' bit too literally, though, since da thug went mad far tha fuck into tha water, ta tha point where he gots ta tha area where boats were, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Dizzy tried ta tell Tyla ta git up yo, but by tha time da ruffneck did, dat shiznit was too late yo. His lil hustla already reached a funky-ass boat n' gots hit up in tha head by tha hull of a speedboat fo' realz. At dat point da thug was flailin round helplessly n' gots hit by another boat, n' dat boat’s rotor blades sliced tha side of his stomach, which caused his ass ta bleed up n' sink up in tha ocean. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da gameguard noticed n' ordered mah playas ta git outta tha gin n juice n' shit.

Now, I live a aiiight game yo, but dis hood aint NEVER gonna be tha same afta tha murdaz caused by Da Boy On Da Beach, as mah boss called his muthafuckin ass.

 

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