BillWhiteGroidKyke
December 13th, 2003, 12:41 PM
now, I notice a lot of youse muthafuggahs be talkin' MAD SHIT 'bout me heah on dis fo-rum o' youse. so I'ms gonna set things straight heah, wit da trasncript 'bout dat fight tween me an' my gurlfrien', knowwut I sayin', mutthafugghas? yeah dats right, ol BIG DADDY BILL has cam-ras all thru his hizz-house, & heah is de transcript from de fight:
Me: Shee-it ho, were be dat forty I had in de hizzhouse fridge?
Girlfrien': You drank it last night, along with all of the fried chicken, bill dearest.
Me: Shee-it muthafuggah, YOU BE DAT KEVIN ALFRED STROM CHARACTA!
Girlfrien': Goddamn it bill, knock it off with that shit, you've been accusing everyone from the mailman to the guy at the car wash of being kevin alfred strom.
Me: shee-it, dis be jus' like on dat mrs. doubtfire film, you get outta that woman suit
(heah I grab her hair & try to remove dat wig)
Girlfrien': Ow! bill, have you forgotten to take your valium?
Me: shee-it mofo, youse be kevin alfred strom!
Girlfrien': look bill, why are we even going out? You spend all of your time masterbating to pictures of linder anyway!
Me: die strom die!
(heah I com' at dat doubtfire mrs. bi-atch with my jelly double dong, yo)
Girlfrien': fuck you!
(heah she starts beatin' me up fly ass bad yo)
Me: ow, shee-it muthafugga! ow, no, dat be my typin' hand, I still got mo sources in my head ta write dow'n 'bout de nationel alinace!
(heah she be beatin' me wit a tire iron)
Me: shee-it, dis hurts fly ass bad!
OK, now it kinda get worse afta dat yo, but youse all gets de idea, know wut I sayin'? all-in-all, I say i put up a good fight against dat white ho who be 'bout 5 inches shorta then me & 300 pounds lighta. Still, it musta been KEVIN ALFRED STROM CHARACTA up ta his ol tricks, knowwut I sayin', MUTHAFUGGAH?
Me: Shee-it ho, were be dat forty I had in de hizzhouse fridge?
Girlfrien': You drank it last night, along with all of the fried chicken, bill dearest.
Me: Shee-it muthafuggah, YOU BE DAT KEVIN ALFRED STROM CHARACTA!
Girlfrien': Goddamn it bill, knock it off with that shit, you've been accusing everyone from the mailman to the guy at the car wash of being kevin alfred strom.
Me: shee-it, dis be jus' like on dat mrs. doubtfire film, you get outta that woman suit
(heah I grab her hair & try to remove dat wig)
Girlfrien': Ow! bill, have you forgotten to take your valium?
Me: shee-it mofo, youse be kevin alfred strom!
Girlfrien': look bill, why are we even going out? You spend all of your time masterbating to pictures of linder anyway!
Me: die strom die!
(heah I com' at dat doubtfire mrs. bi-atch with my jelly double dong, yo)
Girlfrien': fuck you!
(heah she starts beatin' me up fly ass bad yo)
Me: ow, shee-it muthafugga! ow, no, dat be my typin' hand, I still got mo sources in my head ta write dow'n 'bout de nationel alinace!
(heah she be beatin' me wit a tire iron)
Me: shee-it, dis hurts fly ass bad!
OK, now it kinda get worse afta dat yo, but youse all gets de idea, know wut I sayin'? all-in-all, I say i put up a good fight against dat white ho who be 'bout 5 inches shorta then me & 300 pounds lighta. Still, it musta been KEVIN ALFRED STROM CHARACTA up ta his ol tricks, knowwut I sayin', MUTHAFUGGAH?