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

Reapin' Dem Souls

Grell strutted along tha street, holdin Kayceez hand wit one of his, n' his wild lil' free hand was on Shadowz shoulder n' shit. Well shiiiit, it wasn't straight-up often Grell n' his cold-ass two trainees went up on reapings, n' when da ruffneck did Grell didn't wanna risk any fuck-ups.....especially up in Kayceez case.

"So," Shadow started ta say when they had stopped strutting, "is dis tha spot?"

Grell nodded, n' took up tha file. "Whoz ass is our laid-back asses judging?" Kaycee asked, lookin over Grellz shoulder all up in tha file. Da read headed reaper opened up tha lil' small-ass folder, n' stood up in silence fo' a moment. ".....Kayetlin J. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sutcliffe." Dude holla'd, a lil' bit surprised.

Kaycee was surprised like a muthafucka. "Sutcliffe?" Biatch asked, worried bout what tha fuck tha last name might mean. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Who....whoz she?" Grell squeezed Kayceez hand reassuringly up in response. "Don't worry," Dude holla'd, "Us thugs weren't together yo, but...shez mah sister."

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Sorrel peeped it as Lil' Willy strutted outside tha shop, even though da thug was right outside. Turnin ta Undertaker, her big-ass booty sighed irritably. "William, he always kills all tha fun..." Undertaker laughed slightly, n' put his hand on Sorrelz shoulder n' shit. "Dude bout ta git over it yo, but you mo' betta go before tha pimpin' muthafucka tizzles you up."

Sorrel reluctantly nodded yo, but didn't leave without quickly plantin a lick on Undertakerz cheek. "Bye," her big-ass booty holla'd ta Undertaker n' tha two lil playas standin next ta his muthafuckin ass. "Letz go," Biatch holla'd wit a funky-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart once dat biiiiatch was outside wit William. Lil' Willy nodded, n' takin his sista by tha hand ta make shizzle her dope ass didn't sneak off, headed back ta tha haken.

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"So....when...and how....does her dope ass die?" Kaycee asked, softenin her voice. This was Grellz sista fo' bustin up like a biatch up loud.

Grell looked up all up in tha sky yo, but no sooner was he bout ta answer when a lil' lookin hoe wit brown, curly-ish afro strutted up a funky-ass bar, draggin a thugged-out faded playa wit her muthafuckin ass...she was clearly a funky-ass barmaid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Now, n' I guess we'll smoke up." Grell whispered, summonin his scythe n' slowly struttin over ta tha fight.

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((lol, tha title was suggested by WaitingForTheBox, props bud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! x'D))