[So is this what they call Hell? I'm not Impressed]
KC was a hard-core gang-banging motherfucker. but I don't think anything could have prepared him for what ended his career as a street thug.
You know that sayin'? "Don't fuck with scary things in the dark"? Maybe I made that up, but its something I tend to live by. Sadly enough it doesn't seem that KC ever met me, of course I am one of those scary things in the dark.
Well, this is how it all started...
One of my boyz, Bone, was chillin at this chicks house, actually just chillin, not trying to get no play or nothing, maybe he's gay...just fucking with ya, I know the boy, he's just chill bout that kinda shit, "Why chase the prey when its sweeter when looks for you?" that's what he always tells me. To be honest I don't really think its ever worked for em, but he seems happy enough. And isn't that what really counts? Now then, back to the story at hand.
Like I said he was hanging out with a friend of his, when bad-boy KC came strolling up. KC didn't say a word, just pulled out his glot and was just about to bust a cap in a couple white asses. When KC had a life changing experience no he didn't find god, well maybe, but not till afterwards, no what he found was much more ... relieving, death. A quick and painful one at that. He never saw it coming I don't think. Of course its hard to see anything when it fades from existence, only to reveal itself after its plunged 8" claws in your chest. To say the least I think it caught KC off guard. And then the three inch teeth in his neck probably caught with his pants down too.
Learn something new everyday don't we, KC? What? I couldn't hear you, oh that's right, your dead. I guess you can't really speak can you? .: insert insane laughter here:.
KC was a hard-core gang-banging motherfucker. but I don't think anything could have prepared him for what ended his career as a street thug.
You know that sayin'? "Don't fuck with scary things in the dark"? Maybe I made that up, but its something I tend to live by. Sadly enough it doesn't seem that KC ever met me, of course I am one of those scary things in the dark.
Well, this is how it all started...
One of my boyz, Bone, was chillin at this chicks house, actually just chillin, not trying to get no play or nothing, maybe he's gay...just fucking with ya, I know the boy, he's just chill bout that kinda shit, "Why chase the prey when its sweeter when looks for you?" that's what he always tells me. To be honest I don't really think its ever worked for em, but he seems happy enough. And isn't that what really counts? Now then, back to the story at hand.
Like I said he was hanging out with a friend of his, when bad-boy KC came strolling up. KC didn't say a word, just pulled out his glot and was just about to bust a cap in a couple white asses. When KC had a life changing experience no he didn't find god, well maybe, but not till afterwards, no what he found was much more ... relieving, death. A quick and painful one at that. He never saw it coming I don't think. Of course its hard to see anything when it fades from existence, only to reveal itself after its plunged 8" claws in your chest. To say the least I think it caught KC off guard. And then the three inch teeth in his neck probably caught with his pants down too.
Learn something new everyday don't we, KC? What? I couldn't hear you, oh that's right, your dead. I guess you can't really speak can you? .: insert insane laughter here:.