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

Men Is Insane

Grell looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, ta find his dirty ass lookin at Kaycee. "Why...Shouldn't you be resting, biatch? Or at least chillin down, biatch? Dogg..,yo ass is goin ta hurt yo ass if you strutt round ta much!" Dude exclaimed, standin up n' leadin his wild lil' freakadelic hoe ta a cold-ass lil chair where dat thugged-out biiiatch could sit.  

"Grell! I be fine!" Kaycee insisted as dat biiiiatch was lead ta a cold-ass lil chair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shadow stood where dat biiiiatch was was n' tried not ta laugh at Grell's....excitement, biatch? With a sigh, Grell say down yo, but dis time closer ta Kaycee, afta pullin up chairs fo' tha other hoes. "We bout ta, you may say you fine yo, but I be bout ta still try makin you as laid back as I can." Dude holla'd, "can you at least tell me why yo' here n' not....resting, or something?" 

Kaycee smiled n' Sorrel seemed annoyed dat they had ta go over dis again, dis time wit tha playa responsible. "Weeeelll.....we went ta tha hospitizzle-" "And?!?" Grell asked, cuttin her off. "Was suttin' wrong, biatch? Is you ok?"  

"Grell," Sorrel holla'd as calmly as dat thugged-out biiiatch could. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Let her finish!" Biatch lightly hit tha red head up in tha arm, n' Grell shut tha fuck up wit a nod. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "As I was saying...," Kaycee continued. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Us thugs went ta tha hospitizzle todizzle, just so I can make sure, n' it took longer than I thought it would yo, but..," Biatch took up in a lil' small-ass breath. "I...I be up in fact pregnant." Biatch holla'd, smiling. Kaycee still aint gotten used ta sayin dis shit. "Thatz pimped out!" Grell holla'd wit a grin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Well.,..sorta....you know what tha fuck I mean." 

"So....what else have you three been up ta todizzle?" Grell asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! 

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Da three talked until Sjadow noticed dat shiznit was gettin dark. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch waited until there was a pause up in tha conversation before mentionin anything, though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. "It aint nuthin but gettin dark..." Biatch holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch wasn't afraid, dat shiznit was just late. Kaycee, rather than lookin all up in a window, glanced up at a cold-ass lil clock on tha wall. "I suppose it is..." Biatch agreed wit a lil' small-ass yawn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I should probay go clock up n' git home...I can finish mah paperwork from todizzle up in tha morning." Biatch holla'd, standin up. 

"Meet me outside when you done?" Grell asked, n' Kaycee nodded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Turnin ta her playas; "you two clockin up too, or is you goin ta rap more?" Sorrel groaned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I gotta wait fo' William..." Biatch admitted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "I be stayin at his thugged-out lil' place tonight, dat demon is breakin tha fuck into mah place again."  

"I be bout ta click out, dat is if you don't mind mah crazy ass taggin along wit yo slick ass?" Shadow axed once Sorrel finished rappin'. "'Course," Kaycee replied, then turned her attention back ta Sorrel. "That sucks...you could probably git all up in Undertaker's, too, ya' know." Sorrel blushed, "no...I mean, I would....but Lil' Willy grounded mah crazy ass again."