How tha fuck Did This Happen, biatch? - Black Butla Fanfic

Honestly

"Yo ass know dat biiiiatch would cover fo' you, so tell me; What did you do ta Miss Sohma?" Lil' Willy hadn't left tha topic alone, n' didn't plan on leavin until dat schmoooove muthafucka had tha entire story. "I didn't hurt her!" Grell insisted, his handz formin tha fuck into fists, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. "Then explain ta me why dat biiiiatch was bustin up." Lil' Willy gots his scythe locked n loaded ta pin Grell against tha wall, if dat shiznit was needed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Bitch was scared, n' confused, aiiight?" Grell didn't lie, only holla'd at half tha real deal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. "And why was she 'scared n' confused'?" 

Grell gritted his cold-ass teeth together n' shit. "Will you just git outta mah crib so I can work?" Dude asked, his voice risin tha fuck into a shout yo. Dude was gettin fed up wit William. Will narrowed his wild lil' fuckin eyes. "Fine, I be bout ta leave yo, but I be givin you overtime." Grell groaned n' strutted over ta sit at his fuckin lil' desk. 'Wonderful,' tha pimpin' muthafucka thought as his boss strutted outta tha room.

Lookin around, Grell sighed as his wild lil' fuckin eyes rested on a lil' small-ass pile of paper n' a pen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Grabbin tha items, da perved-out muthafucka started ta write;

Kaycee,

I wanna you ta know I screwed up, n' I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit. I don't blame you fo' any of this, itz mah fault. I be tha one whoz ass gots you pregnant, therefore dat shiznit was mah responsibilitizzle ta make tha right chizzle; I failed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I know you probably scared up in dis biatch, I be too yo, but whether our phat asses decizzle ta keep tha baby or not, I want you ta know dat I swear on mah game I'ma stay up in yo' faaaaaace!

Love,

Grell.

Satisfied, tha red headed reaper folded tha paper n' put it up in his coat pocket fo' deliverizzle later n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Standin up, Grell decided da thug would git all up in tha break room fo' some coffee, n' ridin' solo time so his schmoooove ass could be thinkin dis all through.