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

Damn It!

Grell fell tha fuck against tha rooftop wit a audible 'thump', not ta long afta tha battle had started.

Dude heard suttin' lil' small-ass fall next ta him, n' afta openin his wild lil' fuckin eyes ta peep what tha fuck dat shiznit was realized dat shiznit was his wild lil' freakadelic glasses fo' realz. After all, we should all know dat when one of mah thugs aint bustin they glasses, anythang they look a twill be somewhat blurry. In a shinigamiz case, they can hardly peep past they nose!

Grell sat up wit a grunt, up in tha hopez of either findin his wild lil' freakadelic glasses, findin his thugged-out apprentices, or both. Lookin around, tha pimpin' muthafucka tried findin even tha slightest bit I movement...Although da ruffneck didn't accomplish much, hardly bein able ta see.

As tha red headed shinigami attempted ta stand, he felt a stingin pain up in his chest. Clenchin his cold-ass teeth, he reluctantly sat back down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it had most likely been there fo' a while...or all dem minutes, at least fo' realz. Although, da thug was not now feelin it, as da thug wasn't focused on other thangs.

Bein unable ta peep properly, Grell lifted a hand of tha ground up in hopes da thug would be able ta feel how tha fuck wack tha wound was. Or git a idea, like. Even lil' small-ass scythe woundz could end up deadly if not treated properly.

Wincing, he pulled his hand away.

Da longer Grell was outta tha fight, tha mo' his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started ta feel his wild lil' fuck-ups fo' realz. A couple scratches on his wild lil' face, tha wound on his chest, n' some scratches on his thugged-out arms from collidin wit tha rooftop.

As tha redhead frantically started feelin round fo' his wild lil' freakadelic glasses. Even though his schmoooove ass could've sworn he felt then all dem times, Grell was never able ta straight-up grab em.

Hearin a lil' small-ass scream followed by two other thuds, Grell turned around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Even if his schmoooove ass couldn't see, he knew whoz ass had let up tha scream fo' realz. And even without sight, he knew both his thugged-out apprentices had been knocked ta tha ground like dat schmoooove muthafucka had.

With a irritated growl, da perved-out muthafucka stood up as fast as his schmoooove ass could without fallin up in his half-blind state, n' clumsily made his way over ta tha two hoes.

"Yo ass aiiight?" Dude asked, tryin ta catch his breath as da perved-out muthafucka stared blindly I between em. "Yeah," Kaycee replied, struttin over ta his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shadow just nodded, as dat biiiiatch was tryin ta catch her breath(Which had been knocked outta her upon hittin tha roof). "But," Kaycee added . "That demon if yours took you sisterz ass."

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Sorrel strutted wit Willian up in silence. They was like a ways away from Undertakerz shop when she finally broke tha silence.

"Why won't you let me be wit him?!?" Biatch asked, rather irritated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "I mean, it aint like he goin ta hurt me biaaatch! If da thug was goin ta do that, I'd probably be up in tha cemetery by now! And-" Biatch was cut off when Lil' Willy growled on tha fuckin' down-lowly; Somethibg he rarely did round other people.

"Sorrel, itz fo' you own good." Dude holla'd, hardly any emotion noticeable up in his voice. "Yo ass always say dis shit..." Sorrel muttered, crossin her arms as they strutted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Besides, tha Haken needz yo thugged-out ass. I gotta much ta deal wit n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. Mista Muthafuckin Knox is bein careless as usual, n' I still don't give a fuck what tha fuck up wit Kaycee. Or Grell fo' dat matter n' shit. I could use all tha responsible workers I can get." Lil' Willy holla'd, n' clearly da thug wasn't goin ta be changin his crazy-ass mind.