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Post by Admin on Jun 24, 2019 7:06:16 GMT -6
 Skrabz vs Wendy "Zombie" StevensRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, July 7, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2019 22:04:19 GMT -6
We find Mile High's resident Zombie, Wendy Stevens, sitting in the rental car outside the Shieldmaidens clubhouse in New Orleans with Lexa Pellegrini. With the windows down, they can hear a bit of commotion inside. It was lively. As they stepped out, Zombie wondered to herself how soon would somebody come out to see what was going on as she walked over to the line of bikes parked out front. Just based on the different models, she knew who was here. She walked over to the empty spots where RJ and Widow's bikes would usually be and nodded solemnly. Still not back yet, and no new ruts in the dirt. She walked over to an unmarked spot, the broken remnants of a wooden stake jutted from the ground. It was her spot. Zombie kicked at the broken piece in the ground and loosened it enough to get it out of the ground. She looked over at the shed behind the clubhouse, where Zombie had actually made the placards originally. She had made a few of each, in case any of them broke, but had never replaced hers. Lexa noticed where Zombie was looking, and laid a hand on her shoulder. LP "Yous going to grab a new one in the back?"Zombie lowered her head, contemplating doing just that. WZS "Think I should?"LP "You're still full-patch, and back in the ranks. Why not?"WZS "Let's go inside first and see everyone. We did show up uninvited."LP "Coming home is never uninvited."As Zombie came up the stairs, the door opens and Jackie “Bandit” Layton walks out, looking them over and smirking. JBL "Well well well, look who got tired of the Big Apple!"The three of them hug to welcome each other, before Zombie chuckles. WZS "Got tired of watching Nova Scotia become fucking Atlantis with the rain we've been getting. Your childhood home is now an aquarium."JBL "That bad, huh?"LP "You couldn't see five feet off our balcony. It was crazy. Plus, it was better to get out of town because of a… visitor who we learned was only a few blocks from us."Before Bandit can answer, Zombie lifted her head a little as she rolled her eyes. WZS "We heard Jaz was nearby, and yeah. We decided it was better to avoid jail time. Plus, you know, seeing as how much Toll Gang loves us, figured it was better we come down here, get a little intel, and hell it’d be nice to get the gang together once in awhile. It gets tough as shit sometimes being up north and having to do promotional shit separately.”JBL “Well, come on in. I’m sure the band would love to see you. You missed it, we razzed Knox something fierce. Even Banshee got in on it.”Zombie cocked an eyebrow and smirked as the three walked inside the clubhouse. WZS “How bad did she wail afterwards?”The word ‘wail’ happened to catch the ear of Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, and seeing Bandit and Zombie, she knew what the conversation was about. The blushing in her cheeks and the slight frown said it all. At least that’s what Zombie thought. ABM “Nuttin’. Dinna bae kissin’ me, dinna huggin’ or nuttin’”Zombie has an exasperated look on her face, before hugging Banshee herself. By the bar, she sees Katrina “K-Dub” Knox half-jokingly glaring at Zombie. When Zombie let go of Banshee, she walked over to Knox, and gave her what could best be described as a bro hug. Knox was cleaning up around the bar, sending empty cases and kegs to the shed in back. Zombie picks up a keg and follows her out. WZS “Sup, Prospect?”K-Dub “How you been, Zom?”WZS “Can’t complain. Listen, I’m going to give you a bit of advice. The women here are going to raze on you, you’re bottom of the totem pole. They need to know if they’re in a tight situation, you’ll be strong enough to bail them out. You have to prove yourself to us. That being said, don’t take it out on Eef. I see the way the two of you are, and true love doesn’t come easy, or often. You two remind me of Lex and I at the beginning, and fuck, it’s been a little over six months, and I couldn’t imagine a life without her. Just be careful, alright?”K-Dub “I know. I understand what they’re doing, and Eef and I are solid. What she didn’t tell you is that I was only punishing her for that night. I made up for it the next day.”Knox took off her kutte to show the claw marks on her upper shoulders. Zombie laughed, and while Lexa was at the bar talking to Saoirse “Psycho” Maguire and Bandit, Zombie took off her own kutte and showed Knox her own scratches, hers more faded. WZS “I know what you did. Damn fun though, ain’t it?”When Zombie was in the shed, she picked up one of her parking signs and brought it back to the clubhouse and rejoined the conversation with Lexa, Bandit, and Psycho. After a few minutes and a couple of beers, Zombie was looking around the place. She nods her hit towards Bandit. WZS “Where’s Bullet at? Bike’s outside.”JBL “She grabbed the truck. Had a meeting to attend in person. There’s still residual crap ever since that conversation you and her had. The Salazar thing.”Zombie slowly shook her head. WZS “Now it’s starting to make sense why Skrabz wanted this match. Sure, he went barking at Bullet, but boy’s a bit whupped. I mean, come on, big ol’ alley cat like that holding the big belt’s got to have that little gnaw in his head knowing he couldn’t beat Bullet. He’s got his Brix Shitting Boyz to give him incel…”Zombie coughs and laughs realizing what she said. WZS “Shit, intel. Intel on you and Titaness. Psycho, who knows, maybe you'll be next. Or not. And after the match with Tyke, maybe he's trying to nip the new threat in the bud before I become a bigger threat."Psycho smirks. Bandit, on the other hand, as is much of the clubhouse is still laughing hysterically, repeating the word ‘incel’ between fits. PSM “Ye bae givin’ ‘im t’much credit, lass.”JBL “Jesus, Zombie... are you trying to make us all laugh til we choke?"Zombie shrugs, and smirks. WZS ”It was a slip of the tongue. Which is already more than any of them deserve. Could be why they’re so angry all the time. AND, if you think about it, could be the real reason why we’re so hated. We’re the biggest threat in Mile High, that’s obvious. You and Sam will get the tag titles back. That’s practically all but guaranteed. There’s no contract to cash in this time. Bullet will retain the Phoenix Championship until she beats what’s left of Skrabz at Rise Again. And I’m going to leave Skrabz 0-2 against us Shieldmaidens and then go on to beat Dizzy Vebbins. It’s pretty well obvious how things are going to go.”With Lexa on Zombie’s arm, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal walks into the clubhouse, and smiles when she sees Zombie and Lexa there. ABC “¡Carajo! I wondered who’s truck that was outside.”Zombie and Bullet give each other a welcoming hug as well. WZS “Well, hell, figured if I’m fighting your boyfriend, best I come home to learn about him, right?”Bullet glares at her, Zombie glares back. Bullet may be the boss now, but Zombie wasn’t having any of it. ABC “Cuidado, Stevens, si no fuera por mí, no estarías aquí. He is definitely not mi Papi...”Zombie smirks, and steps back a little, looking a bit confused. Seeing the smile in Bullet’s eyes, Zombie couldn’t help herself. WZS “Tu… papa? PAPA!”Zombie picks up Bullet in a hug and spins her around, laughing. WZS “Alright, alright, I had to get a zinger in. Besides, Ale…”Zombie tilts her head towards Bandit. WZS “Safe to say you’re doing alright for yourself.”Bandit smiles and shakes her head, giving Zombie the stink eye momentarily. JBL "Ugh... God, now I'm gonna be sick at that thought.... damn, Zombie.... you're not supposed to live up to your name and make us picture things that smell like the fucking dead!" Zombie laughs, and holds up her hands in defeat1. WZS “Alright, we should get down to business.”ABC “Tomando mi trabajo ahora?”WZS “I wear enough hats of my own. Anyways, Psycho. How ready are you for Gabriel Ohio?”PSM “Aye bae ready, lass.”WZS “Bandit. How about you and Titaness? You have a set of tag titles to get back.”JBL “We’ll be ready.”WZS “Bullet. You have that threeway with Tyke and Raven Trueblood. How ready are you to defend that title?”ABC “Don’t worry about me. What about you? You got Man.”Zombie shudders. WZS “Great, now I need penicillin.” “You’re the boy with the mouth like a rusty old dumpster
With every girl you’ve been with all happy you dumped her
You must be mashed off the cider or a fat rock of coke
If you think fighting another Maiden, you won't choke
Mr Truckstop Urinal, with your mouth full of piss
You’d be stupid if you think you’ll get a W on this
You’ll be that foul little thing that’ll be found in the bin
Laying next to Tyke Index who also thought he could win
So you’re proud of your sins, said they're some of your best work
When you’re really a sewer dweller, a hood rat and a jerk
You think you’re king shit, but you’re lacking in class
Cause just like Ace Ventura, you’re talking out your ass
This is an excerpt from the book of the Zom
And if you’ve noticed through it all, I’ve been nothing but calm
Got you shoulda-woulda-coulda, boy I know you are brain dead
Guess there’s no answer to… What’s In Your Head?!
Now, Boy… sorry you’re no Man. If anything, Skrabz, I’m pretty sure I have bigger balls than you do. Guess that makes ME The Man. Seriously, boy, whatcha got, huh? Take away that title you don’t deserve, take away the boyz who helped you get here, and whatcha got?
S. F. A. Sweet. Fuck. All.
Oh, I’m sure you’ll turn that around, throw the same question at me. Wait, I keep expecting you to be smarter than you are. You won’t ask the question. Or if you do, I’ll likely need yet another dictionary. A Skrabz to English dictionary that I can put right beside the Vebbins to English dictionary. Least Azzy makes SOME sense. You? Maybe seventy-five. Cents, Skrabz, keep up.
Now, here’s the hustle. When I researched Tyke Index, God I’m going to hate myself for admitting this, but I actually kinda built a bit of respect for the guy. Sure, he can be an asshole, but he has talent. He’s articulate. He’s focused. You? Swear to God, just seem to vomit on the walls in hopes of creating art. Shit, no wonder Cain wants to kill himself. I’d be tempted to slit my wrists if I had to spend any amount of time under you in any way.
Fact is, boy, I’m not sweating you at all. I don’t look at you with reverence, I look at you with disgust. And you wanna know why I don’t give you the respect you’re surely going to tell me you deserve? Because I won’t get it from you. Actually, I hope not to get ANYTHING from you and I’ll make sure I get my shots before our match. You won’t be looking at me as a worthy opponent, somebody you need to beat. You’ll be looking at me as a way to crack the Shieldmaiden armor. I could be anyone in a leather vest with a blue shield, and you’d act the exact same way.
I don’t register with you.
So why should I sell you? Because you have a championship you won against an old lady and you’ve had, what, two defenses? One probably against Bratton, the same old lady you won it from I bet and the other being the walking emo child, Solomon Cain? Because you associate with thieves and criminals who stole the tag titles? You guys are more the Toll House Gang than the Toll Gang. Hard on the outside, soft on the inside. And covered in chips of shit.
But here, I’m going to try to explain everything again in a way you’ll understand.
Who gonna leave Episode Nineteen as the sensei, the grandmaster, the top dog, the big boss, the giant atop the beanstalk that e'ry lil Jack a sell they prized cow, car, house, and soul just to have a chance to sow the beans? Tell ya what, fam, it ain’t a ting. Man like Zombie against Boy like Skrabz. It ain’t hard to figure out, trust.
Okay, fuck this, it hurts to come down to your level. Fact is, with no title on the line, you won’t even think twice about this match. And THAT mentality, Boy, will send you the same place Tyke Index, Emily Falls, Jett, Ripley and Chris Mosh ended up. On the outside looking in, on their backs looking up at the arena lights, or spitting dirt out of their mouths after being buried alive.
Probably a moot question, but Man Like Zombie wants to know, Boy… you already know the question.
Seen, seen.” |
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Post by Skrabz on Jul 5, 2019 18:25:38 GMT -6
Location: Skrabals motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: July 4th 2019
2.45PMSkrabal sits on a wooden chair at the small, two person dining table in his Denver motel room. He olds his phone in his left hand and puffs on a joint as he waits for the video call to connect. After a few seconds the call is answered and Skrabals phone lights up with the beaming face of his life long friend, and fellow Toll Gang member, Ty. “Skrabz! Long time no speak my G, where ya been?” Ty exclaims expectedly, visibly happy at receiving the call. “It's been a while innit?” Skrabal responds through a cloud of smoke. “Too long fam, too long. You keepin' well though yeah?” Ty asks sincerely. “Yeah. Ya nah me bredrin”"How it feel to be back in Denver?" “The weed legal fam, how ya think it feel? Nah but on the real it's cool, kinda like home away from home now ya feel me?”“Yeah I feel ya, shit be going good there for you too.” Ty says with pride in his voice. “Standard.”“You got that big rematch with Bullet comin' up real quick now, you gonna have to have your head on right for that one.” Ty says encouragingly. “Nah, it ain't a ting fam. She a fraud, been coastin' of that old rep for too long and I'm a put a stop to it, trust. In fact I already started.”“Looked like she was givin' as good as she was getting' at the end a the last show there.” Ty reminds Skrabal, subtly trying to get him to focus. “Yeah, looked like fam, but we ain't even get it started yet, not really Any way how's tings back over that side?”“Same as ever, we stayin' busy and Nash stay moody as ever you n....” “Where he at anyway?” Skrabal asks, scouring the background of the screen for any sign of Nash“He servin' the community today ya see me?” Ty says with a telling smile. “Seen, seen. What about QM fam, where he at?”“He here.” Ty says as he turns the phone around, capturing Quiet Man in it's lens as he smiles. “Quiet Man! What's happenin' fam, you good yeah?” Quiet Man nods and smiles wider in response. Ty turns the phone back around so the camera is facing him. “You with the twins?” He asks.
“Nah, I ain't seen 'em in a few days.”“It's been good for 'em.”
“Yeah they doin' well out here, keeps 'em outta trouble anyway.”“The three a you looked like a bunch a dons steppin' out with a belt each but speakin' a trouble, the fuck you do to Cain?” Asks Ty with a smile spreading across his face. “Don't blame me for that blud, he been two steps from jumpin' off a bridge since the day I laid eyes on him. I got a question for you though.”“Shoot fam, let me hear it.” “Where the fuck is this mixtape? Man had you on his back for what, ten months at least. I finally laid the tracks down for ya and what? Where is it blad?”“It's comin' ya nah, have a little patience will ya.” “Nah, I ain't like waitin'.”“What a matter wit' you fam? Man like Skrabz soundin' a little flustered there, what is Zombie and Spaceman got ya...” “Space who fam?” Skrabal asks while laughing. “Spaceman.” “Lord....”“What ya done caught religion or somethin?” "What? Nah, it's Lord innit... Space Lord."“Space what the fuck ever fam you know who I mean, what him and Zombiegettin' to you or somethin?” Ty asks Skrabal, a smile on his face that breaks in to laughter as he talks. “How ya mean fam?”“Dont think I ain't follow the shit man, I seen Spaceman rappin' at you on twitter and now Zombie do the same in her promo.”
“Dont even talk about that shit.” Skrabal says with a dismissive tone. “That why you want the mixtape out? Coz you ain't seemed to care about it till now.” “Fuck off fam.” Skrabal says as he too breaks in to laughter, Despite his best attempts to keep straight face. “I knew it.” Ty exclaims. “You ain't nah shit.“ Skrabal says as the two of them continue laughing. “So you busy today or what?” Ty asks, after the laughter has died down. “Nah, man is layin' low today innit.”
“What you talkin' about?” Ty asks, a genuine look of concern on his face. “Independence day innit, they be all fightin' aliens or some shit...” Skrabal tells him sarcastically. “The fuck?” “Man come on, ya nah what I'm talkin' about. It's independence day out here, it ain't a good day to be English. Man ain't feel like hearin' a bunch of red coat jokes plus they get a drink in 'em and act like they fought the war they own selves. They think we care about it too, like it's a national day a mournin' or some shit.”“Wait... Independence day? That was us?” Ty asks, his face a picture of confusion. “Yeah, well nah not us different English people but they act like it.... wait you you ain't even fuckin' English...““African English, sa...” Tye speaks through laughter only for his sentence to be cut short as Skrabz interrupts. “The fuck? Don't play that dumb with me blad... Any way it was six hundred years ago or suttin', I ain't really nah, but they out here actin' like it happen last Thursday.”“You should go party with 'em.” Ty says, doing all he can to keep a straight face. “Fuck that fam! I'm good still, got me a fine lil Puerto Rican ting comin' by the room later, ya should see her blad she look like J Lo in two thousand and four.”“Jenny from the block days?” “Ya done know!”“Shit, Jenny from the block days... I'm a leave you to it then. Let you go get your Ja Rule on.” “Who?” Skrabal asks with the slighest hint of a smile on his lips. “Now who's playin' that dumb shit?” Ty asks while laughing. “All right bredrin', take it easy. I'm a speak to you soon.”“Toll.”
“Toll.”Skrabal ends the call and continues tapping and swiping at his phones screen.
"Ya shot yaself in the foot, ain’t got a leg to stand
I’m a go out on a limb for the win like that blood that you wear on ya hands."
"Try as she might she ain't stallin' my rise, she ain't alter my stride
Desert Rose could never be a thorn in my side"
"Spit and fight to a level that has never been achieved
it's a crime how I'm killin' any bredder that I meet"
"Never movin' at half speed ya could jump in a car seat
Still none of ya ma'fuckers could pass me""I ain't sayin' this jus' to bust yo chops
Nah it's fuck you Ace, ya fake belt and ya photoshops""
"Who greater than this soothsayer? It's true playa
I drop wannabe heroes like The Blue Blazer"
"Ya can go ahead and make ya lists, take ya pick ain't nobody changin' shit.
I'm a shut-all challengers down in flames like it's eighty six!"
"It's the man with the mouth like a Hadron Collider, you should be concerned if this cat wants to cypher..."
"You should be-you should be, you should be concerned-be concerned... be concerned""You should be concerned if this cat wants to cypher!" ............... Legend has it this senseless savage was sent to sandwich a sense of magic between e'ry sentence his pen could manage
Seventh son of a seventh son from severed marriage owner of a set a gums second to none at deadin' baggage
So lets establish that rap is my second language step and challenge ya can bet that shit a Go My Way no Lenny Kravitz
The ever enigmatic letter addict back and better at it ya better back it or better bet that you begs have had it
Fuck ya demographic this for my day dots, and fuck you fair weather bredders scared of a rain drop
Bun this bait lot a lame dogs fake bods quit ya noise or I string you buoys up like Baywatch
Run wit' a hate mob a flame lobbin' blazed gobblins that a take a coat or two off a ya boats paint job
So praise God for the Toll holdin' this strained rod coz I ain't see a scene jus' more maggots than a bait shopGreat Scott!It's been a while since ya heard from Skrabz,
I return to smash the circle jerk ya workin' fam
Straight servin' facts patron saint of urban rats
Still jugglin' fuckeries like a circus act
Due to surplus acts spew and service sermons that a serve as e'ry reason ya need to burn ya worthless pad
The berserkers back and it ain't no circumstance that e'ry serpents actin' all sour puss like a Persian cat... Pussies
See I deserve ya thanks, but you can keep the lot... this is catharsis this my heart inside the speaker box
Till my breathin' stops I ain't see a reason to concede or drop the ball so all you fools need to be easin' off
Location: Skrabals Motel Room, Denver, Colorado
Date: July 23rd 2019
Time: 3.20AMThe picture fills with light as the Mile High Wrestling Champion, Skrabal Stanzas leans backwards away from the camera. As the light level settles down the picture becomes clear and we see Skrabz siting on the sofa in his Denver motel room with his Mile High Wrestling Championship sitting on the empty seat next to him. He sits on the edge of the sofa, his gazed fixed on the floor and smokes a joint. “Fam I ain't wanna speak about it, fuck I ain't even wanna think about it.”He leans forward and picks up a half empty bottle of beer from the coffee table in front of him. “I has to address it though innit.”He takes a quick sip from his beer. “Fuck it I has to.”He quickly drinks what''s left of the amber fluid and then slams the empty bottle down on the table in front of him. “Zombie what the fuck is you thinkin'? Seriously... I mean ya don't see man like Skrabz ridin' round on a bike for the simple reason I ain't know the first ting about ridin' a bike.”He takes a few slow pulls on his joint. Then makes eye contact with the camera for the first time. “So why the fuck you tryina rap for?”He averts his gaze away from the cameras lens he continues. “I mean I jus' ain't get it fam, for real.... Fuck it I blame Eight Mile, coz let me guess you on that 'I ain't like rap but I love Eminem' steeze innit. It shows fam, for real. Man had to go take a shower to wash off the second hand embarrassment... I mean I be cringin' so hard ya'd think I was havin' a seizure or suttin' and shit I wish I was coz anythin' would a been better than listenin' to that. Worst ting about it is you tryina flip my shit from over a year ago.” He shakes his head as his face contorts with disgust. “Are you dizzy blud?... You ain't got the rep for that. There's levels to the shit fam and you made it clear you ain't near mine... But ya goofy lil limerick weren't the only time you had mans words in your mouth, was it? Nah, you quotin' me too.... verbatim, with that top dog shit you recitin' but I guess ya finally done lived up to ya name coz you Zombie innit, so it only right you be bitin'!”He puffs on his joint, his mask of disgust receding with every cloud he exhales. “I got a question for you though. More than one in fact fam.”He leans down the side of the sofa and takes a bottle of beer from his ever present 24 bottle box. “Fuck's in ya head Zombie? Do ya realise the shot you had? The fuckin' position you were fam?... I mean shit, you beat Tyke Index blad!” “Tyke Index” he mouths silently, his eyes wide with a feigned look of shock as he twists the lid of his fresh bottle of beer. “Lets not get carried away you a Maiden still so you ain't do it alone nah, ya had a lil help one way or another but fact remains you beat Tyke Index, first show back, buried him alive. What happened though? You take that ball and run wit' it?”He chuckles slightly, arrogantly. “Nah.”Looking directly in to the camera he sneers with venom. “You a pussy.”He takes a final few draws on his joint and then drops the still burning roach in to the glass ash tray on the coffee table in front of him. “See you might a beat Tyke Index, accordin' to history, but when you were stood grave side watchin as some mook in a mask did what you couldn't and put Tyke down you realised you ain't quite have what it take to get the job done. So you got scared, backed down, played ya position. I ain't ever seen a Zombie commit career suicide before but it's what ya done did when ya took ya self outta contention for the Phoenix Tittle. You made yaself an afterthought innit, now Tyke Index get that shot fam. He might jus' win it too.”He laughs then takes a drink from his bottle of beer. “How fucked up is that?”He finishes his beer and places the empty bottle on the floor next to the sofa and at the same time removes a new bottle from the box. “Coz while the man you buried alive at Mi' High Spectacular be chasin' bigger prizes than you, you playin' warm up act for the big strap packer. S'what they think anyway but shit I take e'ryone seriously when that bell ring fam, ain't matter who it is. Fact is if you stand between me and the dub I'm a fight you like ya the baddest man in the world, standard. It's a full pint ting blad ain't no half measures here nah, and that's a British pint too fam none a that sixteen ounce American nonsense ya feel me.”He twists the top of his bottle of beer and throws it on to the coffee table. “But Zombie let me tell ya right now you can go jump to the back a the long line a people who don't like me coz you ain't the first and ya wont be the last to feel that way. I ain't give a shit fam coz I ain't here to get friends or shake hands nah, man like Skrabz be here to set trends and make bank and that's why ya all whinin' that same shit.”He takes a good long drink of beer, greedily gulping down half of the bottle. “We don't like Skrabz. We don't respect Skrabz. Wah wah wah... Shut the fuck fam!He finishes his beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor. “You only hate me coz you ain't me.” He leans forward out of the shot, reaching for a freshly rolled joint. He pops it between his lips, lights it and puffs away on it as he continues to talk. "My success scare ya, I seen it in each and e'ry one a you and Zombie here a prime example. See you all real brave, consistent when ya fightin' amongst yaselfs but soon as you see my name across from yours on the card there the panic a set in in a second. Ya freeze up, forget yaselfs and think it's a good idea to jump on my dick, start copyin' my steeze. Ya nah I jus' about lost count a the amount a time I heard my words in somebody else mouth but all it ever do is spur me on to slap 'em right back out.”He pauses as he reaches for yet another bottle of beer. “And I been feelin' to slap you for a second Zombie, on the level. Coz if there one ting man like Skrabz can't stand it's a fuckin' nerd, and that's all you is blad trust. Ya come out here week after week with ya cherry picked research that aint never gonna pass peer review and ya bore the shit outta e'rybody... You ain't wanna put that work in for me though nah, coz you too busy gettin' off to bars I spat back on episode one to bother checkin' who my title defenses be against, ya'd rather take guesses at it. Instead a listenin' to the shit I said two weeks ago where I done ran through e'ry lil' detail of how this ting with me and The Maidens came to be ya'd rather simplify the shit to me havin' a hard-on for yas.”He looks in to the camera with a blank expression. “Do I look fuckin' aroused blud?”He twists the lid of the bottle of beer and throws it on to the table with the last one. “The history there for ya to see and usually you knee deep in it but this week nah, man like Skrabz ain't worth it. Ya'd rather get on that same tip you accused Tyke a bein' on and create ya false narratives. Yeah, you's a hypocrite fam straight and simple. You a change with the wind too, gone from academic to wanna be rapper coz what?”He looks in to the camera for a second as if he's waiting for a response then drinks half of his beer. “Coz I rap?”He shakes his head again then finishes the beer and again drops the bottle on the floor. “Ya stood there and pretended to me and then said you ain't gonna sell me... Are ya feel real? Like do you even think about the what the fuck you doin' fam? I ain't need you or nobody to sell me anyway nah, man be like a big ol' bag a drugs in that respect, I'm a sell myself no pushin' required. It's what I been doin', it's what got me where I am so you bein' a Maiden is irrelevant.” He pauses and relights his joint then takes a few deep tokes on it before continuing. “Coz I ain't gonna beat ya for Toll Gang. I ain't gonna beat ya to get at The Maidens. I ain't gonna beat ya to get at Bullet nah. I ain't even gonna beat ya for bitin' or insultin' man's culture the way ya did and believe me ya deserve it for that most... But I'm a beat ya still, only I'm a do it' jus' coz it's what I do. And if you lucky maybe losin' to me a do for you what losin' to you did for Tyke Index."He takes another deep pull on his joint and then speaks, smoke escaping from deep in his lungs as his words leave his mouth. "I doubt it will though."He leans forward and taps his phones screen, ending the recording. |
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