**wazzup everyone? u doodes don't seem to like ebonics. dat be cool, dat be cool, but ya gotta understand that this be da way i speak. and chill ppl. sum of u take harry potta too seriously. he ain't real, y'heard? so lay off. it ain't like you're gonna be trippin wit him anytime soon. it be a dope bunch o pages, but it aint life. get out some more peeps. doin dis every once in a while is kewl, but this trip aint real, so maybe u should make some real homeez. now enjoy this ride.**
Once upon a time in dat land of made up trip, there lived a doode named Voldie. He be the phattest punk out there. He went around beastin ppl up, mostly non-ghetto ppl. He represented South Central, y' see, and he hated all dem whack East Coast posers who think they could bust a move like his homies. But dat be another story. Anyway, he moved to England, cuz he wanted to check out the ghetto scene there. It was pretty dope, but he felt sumthing was trippin his vibe, and he thought it was Harry
Potta...
y'see, Voldie hated da Pottas ever since James put a move on him in a rave scene back in da day. Voldie didn't swing that way. But he hadn't had any game for a long time. He needed a baby since he didn't have no gurl. He had been checkin out the young stuff at Hogwarts, but none of dem seemed trip. He seemed doomed...
Well one day, Voldie was out stridin and struttin near Azkaban. Suddenly, he say this way HOTT babe near da entrance. Man, was she fine. He couldn't just go up to her and ask her out, could he? Yeah, he could, cuz Voldie wuz da best playa in da world.
"hey chick" he said to the fine gal. "wanna go out and par-tay?"
She didn't say nuttin. She be a dementa, but she nodded yes, and all was well. Cuz Voldie finally got a gal. But then he dropped her to da curb, and went round killin ppl. One day, he got near harry potta. another story tho, y'heard?
**man that Voldie is pretty fly for a white guy! expect lots more wit him in it, i'm makin a "harry in da hood", expect sum vold in that. get jiggy wit it peeps, lata.**
Once upon a time in dat land of made up trip, there lived a doode named Voldie. He be the phattest punk out there. He went around beastin ppl up, mostly non-ghetto ppl. He represented South Central, y' see, and he hated all dem whack East Coast posers who think they could bust a move like his homies. But dat be another story. Anyway, he moved to England, cuz he wanted to check out the ghetto scene there. It was pretty dope, but he felt sumthing was trippin his vibe, and he thought it was Harry
Potta...
y'see, Voldie hated da Pottas ever since James put a move on him in a rave scene back in da day. Voldie didn't swing that way. But he hadn't had any game for a long time. He needed a baby since he didn't have no gurl. He had been checkin out the young stuff at Hogwarts, but none of dem seemed trip. He seemed doomed...
Well one day, Voldie was out stridin and struttin near Azkaban. Suddenly, he say this way HOTT babe near da entrance. Man, was she fine. He couldn't just go up to her and ask her out, could he? Yeah, he could, cuz Voldie wuz da best playa in da world.
"hey chick" he said to the fine gal. "wanna go out and par-tay?"
She didn't say nuttin. She be a dementa, but she nodded yes, and all was well. Cuz Voldie finally got a gal. But then he dropped her to da curb, and went round killin ppl. One day, he got near harry potta. another story tho, y'heard?
**man that Voldie is pretty fly for a white guy! expect lots more wit him in it, i'm makin a "harry in da hood", expect sum vold in that. get jiggy wit it peeps, lata.**
