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| Team Dixie; REVOLUTION | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 30 2010, 01:52 PM (94 Views) | |
| DixieNormas | Aug 30 2010, 01:52 PM Post #1 |
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[Dixie] S-W nine millimeter, check. Long-nose double barreled rifle, check. Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check. Alright G's, I'm ready to go. Throw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster. ([Andy]-Dix let's go!) Slow down bab' bro. You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana. Here's a hammer, a camera, and a "Life After Death" bandana. Here, take it - in case I don't make it. Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it. The way I see it, mmm, it's gon' get bloody. In the gunfight, two on three, could be jus you and me. Dawg, I got sh*it to make the world shake. One mistake, BLAOW, start an earthquake. #%@! them ALL, they DUST to me. And if I knock Ebs off, that's a PLUS to me. And the funny thing about it, they gunnin for me, but I still got 'em runnin from me. And I done told my man Theo -I'mma get him. And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKAOW! [Flava-Flavia] Pre-ssure down below.. Fire in de hole...Not gon' lose control...They got nowhere to go.. [Vik] I heard Mik and Wick, callin' like the Holy Tabernacle. "I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple". [Gulbis] A Snapple? Dang, I got bombs and sh*t. Grenades and razor blades and alarms and sh*t. You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave. I'm tryin' to catch this Fembot, 'fore her 'n her boys leave. They at this restaurant that serve African food, where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude. You see, I used to date this chick from Botswana. Half-African, she looked like Ciara. Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet. I'll never forget, the restaurant is where we met. And her girl Woz, that one's a freak. I used to mess around wit her while my girl was asleep. And she the one who told me where these cats is at. I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Dix, c'mon! [Flava-Flavia] Pre-ssure down below.. Fire in de hole...Not gon' lose control...They got nowhere to go.. [Andy] Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh. I'm like, "Yo Sammy, them voodoo witches down with them playaz". And never would the tricks slack up. So I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the restaurant for backup. And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies. Them foolz just lil' b****es like my girl's Yorkie. Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers. Rex and his doolies, is Clueless like the movie. All I can think about, is how he killed my man Ljuby. Cut his head off, masochist style. Yeah, Nalby did it. And Jackie's boy, the Joker they call him. When I finish with him, PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese. My main focus, tho', is his righthand man Fed-Ex. Sheisty and two-sided, profession - to PERPLEX. And his boys, they seem to be all on his kicks. I mean the whole situation is really makin' me sick. And when fat Dave got up, and dipped off to the bathroom, we started suckin' playaz up like a vacuum. Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin'. Dix yells, "AWAY!" That's the cops. Then my trigger finger started itchin when the Wolfie and Rafa came in spittin' from the kitchen, and next second, you missed it. Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of July. Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky. I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over. Holes is in his body the size of cup holders. One more shot, he's OVER. Sh*t Dix, I'm empty... [Dixie] Here, take it, after this I only got one shot left, and it's got Slippery Susie's name on it, next! But I'mma hold my breath, 'til the Fishman fries to his death. Ahh, but he's helpless, Lucci came through and squeezed one off in his pelvis. [Flava-Flavia] HA HA HA! Pre-ssure down below.. Fire in de hole...Lose control...They got nowhere to go.. |
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