Once up in a place far away, a straight-up long time ago there was a pimp named Roger, da thug was tall but a lil' bit round. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude lived up in a funky-ass big-ass hood where unusual thangs seemed ta happen everyday. It make me wanna hollar playa! For example, his uncle died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Anyway, Roger had fuckin shitloadz of enimes up in tha hood, all tha playas he used ta like was now his wild lil' fuckin enimes cuz his schmoooove ass chizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude used ta be a straight-up succesful banker named Ron yo, but da ruffneck decided ta go another way n' now he be a hobo named Roger n' shit. Because of dis his wild lil' playaz thought they didn’t like his ass no mo' so they holla'd “your our enimy now!!!” n' Roger was like “oh no, I have no playaz but loadz of enimes ”
Roger lives dizzle ta tomorrow by tha chizzle he gets off strangers outside mcdonaldz but sometimes he. When he gets enough scrilla he goes ta tha local hustlin centre called “teco” yo. Dude can only loot thangs when they is on sale so he oinly buys thangs when they is on sale cuz da ruffneck don’t have any much scrilla. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sometimes he even gets enough chizzle ta loot chicken when its on sale n' he goes tha fuck into Kfc n' say “can you cook dis fo' me” n' they do it cuz they is his wild lil' fuckin enimes n' spit up in tha chicken, yuck.
Today, on da most thugged-out windy n' stormy n' wet-ass n' cloudy n' fucked up of minutes da ruffneck decided he needed ta smoke n' went ta teco. When da thug went inside there was no baskets, dis was weird, Roger thougth dat that must be givein dem a funky-ass break todizzle so he kept goin yo. Dude saw dat thre bread was on sale so da thug was goin ta loot it n' then a big-ass fat hairy playa ran up ta his ass n' holla'd “NO That not f”or you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? n' tha pimpin' muthafucka took tha sale sign away which made tha bread go back up ta $100,000!! This be all up in tha future so thats aiiight fo' tha future. Roger done cooked up a gangbangin' grill similar ta dis D: n' da perved-out muthafucka holla'd “But if you dont give me dat I'ma strve” n' tha fat playa laughed n' his wild lil' fat went bouncy from laughiung. Then one of ron’s enimies took a dirt nap so ron felt his thugged-out anger risin (that happens when his wild lil' fuckin enimys die” n' da perved-out muthafucka socked tha mnan so hard dat his wild lil' fat fell tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit n' tha playa was so mad salty dat his schmoooove ass cried blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Then tha lights went up so fast dat roger knew da thug was goin ta be murderd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! A black mist came outta tha cereal boxes n' tha bacon was flyin everywhere, pancake mix splashin over tha counters, freezers freezin at higher tempratre dat aiiight so dat dat shiznit was freezin tha frozen pizzyzas too much. ROn ran way far away ta dat isle thats always full of people, it has like loadsa dopes n' crips, yummy. there was like 10, no wait, 15 monstas there, all black wit eyes oogyin wit blood n' tears thhat looked like bacon but was straight-up dead peoplez skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. da perved-out muthafucka screamed “fat dude, help!!!” but when tha fat playa camer da perved-out muthafucka holla'd “Yo ass socked mah fat n' now yo big-ass booty is ghon pay………………………………………………I be yo' enime……” n' then he ran n' went iunside a gangbangin' freezer but forgot dat tha freezers froze too hard now n' da ruffneck took a dirt nap from freeze.
Roger ran ta a exit n' was almost up when tha pimpin' muthafucka tripeed on something, he looked down n' saw his wild lil' fuckin enimie sayin “help me, tha pancakes was too string” n' then da perved-out muthafucka holla'd “no i be roger, you was ron’s playa not mine, smelly” n' he ran up tha door yo. Dude was safe, he gots out, he escaped, he avoided dirtnap, da thug was kickin it, da thug was tall, da thug was safe, da thug was ROGER. Then da thug wenty back up in fo' tha bread but forgot bout tha monsters muthafucka! So when he gots tha bread, tha monstas came up between tha slices n' cried blood from they months sayin “we is yo' enimes, RON” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd “how do you kn”ow mah oldschool name, biatch? n' then they ate his ass n' he just fell tha fuck down on tha floor bustin up like a biatch from dirtnap his fuckin last lyrics were, “i be all yo' enimes”. Then he fell tha fuck down n' died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Just before da ruffneck took a dirt nap da perved-out muthafucka holla'd “I'ma now be a supermarket monster”. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So when yo ass is up in a supermarket remember dat ron is waiting… (in tha futere tho cuz its up in tha future remember?)
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