prrrraaap

The sound that be bouncin' all up out dat muthas Glock, dawg. Yall gon' heer dis, damn scrap killas, juss'bafoh yo ass get messed-the-fuck-up in an optimization. Those bitches 'ull hit ya blunt-side (You know what I'm talkin' about...) in da Royal Rumble, so be prepar'. I juss gonna tell yall, rih' naw, don't mix yo'self up wit da Ayeff Stree' Balla's, dey'll eat yo' babies and rape jo' mammas, NFJ.

"Prrrraaap." *Falls over dead in pile of Ball Chowder*

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