Sorrel screamed.
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Williamz gaze went from Undertaker ta tha corner where Sorrel was jumpin up from, swipin tha spider which had probably fallen ta tha ground anyways off her arm. Narrowin his wild lil' fuckin eyes, da thug strutted over ta her n' grabbed her arm.
"We leaving." Dude holla'd, n' started pullin her towardz tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sorrel groaned, n' looked at Undertaker n' shiznit fo' realz. After some struggle, she freed her arm from her brotherz grasp. "No," dat dunkadelic hoe holla'd at his muthafuckin ass. "I aint yo' baby sista no mo', you can't tell me what tha fuck ta do unless itz work related." Walkin over ta Undertakerz side, dat thugged-out biiiatch crossed her arms.
Lil' Willy clenched his cold-ass teeth. "This is work related, you was supposed ta be bustin paperwork." Sorrel rolled her eyes. That didn't work well. "I couldn't give a fuckin shit, when do I eva do mah work?" Probably not tha dopest thang ta say either.
"Say peace out, then we going." Lil' Willy replied, glarin at Undertaker n' shit. "I be bout ta make shizzle of dat shit." With that, da thug strutted outta tha shop, leavin Sorrel n' Undertaker ridin' solo.
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When Kaycee strutted tha fuck into her crib n' sat down, her dope ass didn't notice Shadow wasn't all up in tha desk fo' a moment. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch jumped when Shadow came up behind her n' shit. "Whatz tha note say?" "What?" Kaycee asked, lookin over her shoulder up in suprise. "...W-what note?" "Da one Grell gave yo thugged-out ass." Shadow replied, smilin innocently. Kaycee sighed.
"Why was you spying?" Shadow shrugged. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "No reason yo, but seriously, what tha fuck done did it say?" Biatch sat down wit a grin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I don't give a fuck," Kaycee holla'd at her truthfully, "I aint read it yet."
Shadow was bout ta reply, when there was a knock on tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Come in." Kaycee sighed n' turned around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was bout ta drop a rhyme when Shadow interrupted her thoughts.
"Grell?!" Da younger trainee asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da red head was standin up in tha doorway. "Yo ass two up fo' a reaping, biatch? Therez one up in bout forty-five minutes, if you up fo' dat shit." Dude explained, lookin at Kaycee. Kaycee blushed a light pink. "Grell," Biatch holla'd, struttin over ta his muthafuckin ass. "I be fine. If I wasn't, I would tell yo thugged-out ass." Grell wrapped her up in his thugged-out arms. "I know," Dude sighed, "I be just worried...I've never been a gangbangin' daddy before."
"I know, I'm...I be scared like a muthafucka....but our phat asses don't need ta worry n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do." Kaycee holla'd at his ass as Shadow strutted over ta his muthafuckin ass. "Now, you holla'd suttin' on some reaping?" Biatch finished wit a grin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Yeah," Grell replied, "Letz go." With that, tha three shinigami headed up tha door.
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((Well, I holla'd at you I'd be mo' active, n' Sorrel made shizzle I kept mah word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! ._. Didn't even have time ta draft yo, but anywho, herez a freshly smoked up chapter playa! .3.))
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How tha fuck Did This Happen, biatch? - Black Butla Fanfic
FanfictionKaycee started her hustlin as a shinigami on some year before she straight-up gots a permanent mentor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. When she finally gots one of her own, dat mentor was Grell. Soon afta Kaycee fuckin started hustlin wit Grell, they star...
