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Syrup, percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant
Despite how Lil' Wayne lives
It's not conducive to being creative
And I know cause he's my favorite
And I know cause I was off that same mix
Rationalize the shit that I'd try after I listen to "Dedication"
But he's an alien
I'd sip that shit
Pass out or play PlayStation.
This all started on a boring Thursday night when a dude by the name of Danny decided to invite some friends over for a party He was pretty popular because he knew a lot of rappers so he had lots of friends to invite over. Plus his mom liked to walk around in a low cut shirt with no bra on so all the dudes liked to come to his house. This first thing Danny did after deciding to have a sleepover was group message all the cool kids to come over. So he texted Wisheezy, myself, Quil, Goobz, WeEeEeEzZzZyYy, Sam etc. Everyone was down to hang out that night because it was only Thursday and not much was going on that night. The word of this sleepover got around quick after Goobz posted on Myspace saying "not on Monday, not on Tuesday, not on Wednesday, but on Thursday we have a party...xo." The status was a bit gay with it ending in xo, Mars Martian was the first to like it, but we all knew how Goobz had a weird obsession with Abel so we let it slide. I made sure that nigga wasn't standing within 10 foot radius of me tho. So as we all get ready to meet up for the party, me Quil & Sam being the dopest niggas of all, we grabbed all the drugs and liquor to take. We got some liquor and some shroomies. Quil found out this lil kid, JL, had some weed so he set up a deal and we ended up just robbing him. His night then consisted of crying to his mom while rubbing his hands. So now we go to show up to Dannys house. First thing I see when we get there is a lot of bicycles... I'm wondering whats going on. I just assumed word got out of the party. I then see a weird black man standing by a 1991 Corolla with more rust then the Titanic. I over hear him arguing about how none of his 8 nba teams won the title and how his food stamps didnt come through yet and how he promised Danny he would bring some pizza he could buy with his food stamps card. But whatever. I'm walking to Dannys door to go in and turn up. I then look by the corner of his house, where its dark, and see someone standing there... the dude had on all black and his hair covered about half his face. This tripped me out but I kept walking. I go to open the door and this is when some wack shit happens. I opened the door to his house and as soon as I walk in I see fucking 12, TWELVE, suitcases just sitting there. I'm like wtf and continue to walk to the kitchen cause I didnt want the beer to get hot. So I finally see Danny and say whats up bitch, you know how it is. And then I ask him why there was suitcases by the front door. He said somehow this kid no one likes, his name is abjerg or something, found out about the party. He isn't used to going outside of his room so he wasn't sure what kind of party it was. But you know what this kid did, brough 12 fucking suitcases full of DVD's to watch. Yeah, you read that right.... But whatever. Now that I'm finally here I grab a beer and blunt and go to Dannys outside pool area to chill with my folks. But you know what, I hear fucking J Cole playing. I immediately tell my homie Quil to hook up his phone to the stero so we can turn up. First song that happens to come on shuffle just so happened to be Torion - Smile... and out of NO WHERE my homie JVG comes from around the corner dancing like fucking Michael Jackson. Dancing on his toes, moonwalking, and doing spins and shit. I ran as quick as possible to change the song. now here is when the fun happens and things get crazy....
SPOILER
to be continued....
Lmaooo this is great
I could sell Sweet and Low to Sugar Ray Leonard!!!
I then see a weird black man standing by a 1991 Corolla with more rust then the Titanic. I over hear him arguing about how none of his 8 nba teams won the title and how his food stamps didnt come through yet and how he promised Danny he would bring some pizza he could buy with his food stamps card. But whatever.
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