Dat MacNcheeze mo' drip script

...a bad a*s, with a type cast, in a black mask, killed by a man in a white hat, aside a fat short guy in briefs, who didn't bring a gun, but does bring comic relief...

:For whoever this is for:

Foreshadow, before I was born. My mother was a w***e. My father was shot dead leaving a liquor store.

-Or-

I was a test tube baby, scrapped up from a jizzhut from the late 80's. I was created for quick cash, by a one armed man in an orange body cast.

Eitherway, the best part of me ran down my daddy's leg into the crack of my mamma's a*s.

I was a b*****d child sent to live in the wild. I was found and raised by wolves. I hid from an apocalyptic world accompanied only by a seemingly distant goth girl. I only returned to steal, kill, and watch it all burn.

At 18, my rap sheet was longer than me. I didn't know a prison that could hold me. My motto was "don't do drugs...without me."

By 21, I was walking down the street shooting people that I meet; a fully loaded Tommy gun.

At 30, I was a leader of a crime syndicate. I was surrounded by cereal killers, bloods & crips, num chuck swinging fools, and chicks with Ak-47 big bouncing tits.

Now 35, I am one of the FBI's top 5 wanted dead or alive, for crimes against humanity.

Now cut to this:

I sit, bleeding smoking on my wood tip black-N-mild cigar in the back of my shot up engulfed in flames, but never exploding get away car. I just gotta laugh because I know when I die I will be buried face down, so the whole world can kiss my sexy bad guy a*s!

Thee end.

....It only took me 30 seconds to know he was the one as I watched bullets bounce off him from the police officer's standard issued gun.....

...she hides behind teary eyes that only know of abuse and salty lies. She dies a thousand times as she follows the white powder lines. The mirror reflects only disrespect from everyone she ever met. She doesn't dream anymore. Those are gone like the roaches to a suddenly illuminated floor....

...somehow the nuclear explosions didn't hurt me. I guess I stayed clean when I hid in mom's washing machine. Now I guess it's up to me to rebuild humanity...

by that dripping mac-n-cheeze mo' sith

Ps: "don't touch the hair!"