The first and only official harcore gangsta on this board
It's been a while since I've said anything to any of you, mainly because I've been too busy working on DUMBS revised, platinum, gold, precious medal edition to waste even a moment preaching to the ignorant, unwashed masses.
All though some of you may not believe it, and I am reluctant to admit it, even I am not above gloating from time to time. With that said I would like to proclaim myself Cocoa O mo'frikin' Muerto the first and only "Hardcore Gangsta" to ever post on this forum.
What qualifies one as a "Hardcore Gangsta" you ask? First according to the literature a gangsta "don't give a f!@#." That is a standard that many of you are within judging by your hygene. However I think that in this context "not giving a f!@#" is more of a reference to style than stench.
Also a gangsta must be strapped. I am strapped litteraly and figuratively in a manner that doesn't need to be elaborated on. You can take my word for it because I know I could never slip a lie past anyone on this forum. Yer too durn tootin' 'S' 'M' 'R' 'T' smrt.
Finally and most importantly a true hardcore gangsta must "f!@# the police." This is perhaps the hardest requirment since cops usually don't like being f!@#ed. F!@#ed in this case refering to messing with, mocking, or shaming in some manner. So no, your Mom is not a gangsta for what she did last time John Law came a'knockin'. I can tell you in all honesty I have f!@#ed not one, not two, but three cops all in the same night. All though I will not elaborate on the exact mechanism of the f!@#ing let it be known that the cops were at my mercy and new it. To use the immortal words of 2Pac, "Nigga I hit 'em up."
Now some of you might be afraid of me now, to which I would say, good you should be cause I "don't give a f!@#", I'm strapped, and I "hit 'em up." I hope this doesn't influence what has been up to this point an amicable sycophant/celebrtiy relationship. I will continue to listen to your swooning without bitch slaping you across the internet, no matter how much I want to, because that's just the kind of guy I am. Feel free to tell me anything. Think of me like your uncle, the one who buys you beer, not the one who molests you behind the shed at the family reunion.
All though some of you may not believe it, and I am reluctant to admit it, even I am not above gloating from time to time. With that said I would like to proclaim myself Cocoa O mo'frikin' Muerto the first and only "Hardcore Gangsta" to ever post on this forum.
What qualifies one as a "Hardcore Gangsta" you ask? First according to the literature a gangsta "don't give a f!@#." That is a standard that many of you are within judging by your hygene. However I think that in this context "not giving a f!@#" is more of a reference to style than stench.
Also a gangsta must be strapped. I am strapped litteraly and figuratively in a manner that doesn't need to be elaborated on. You can take my word for it because I know I could never slip a lie past anyone on this forum. Yer too durn tootin' 'S' 'M' 'R' 'T' smrt.
Finally and most importantly a true hardcore gangsta must "f!@# the police." This is perhaps the hardest requirment since cops usually don't like being f!@#ed. F!@#ed in this case refering to messing with, mocking, or shaming in some manner. So no, your Mom is not a gangsta for what she did last time John Law came a'knockin'. I can tell you in all honesty I have f!@#ed not one, not two, but three cops all in the same night. All though I will not elaborate on the exact mechanism of the f!@#ing let it be known that the cops were at my mercy and new it. To use the immortal words of 2Pac, "Nigga I hit 'em up."
Now some of you might be afraid of me now, to which I would say, good you should be cause I "don't give a f!@#", I'm strapped, and I "hit 'em up." I hope this doesn't influence what has been up to this point an amicable sycophant/celebrtiy relationship. I will continue to listen to your swooning without bitch slaping you across the internet, no matter how much I want to, because that's just the kind of guy I am. Feel free to tell me anything. Think of me like your uncle, the one who buys you beer, not the one who molests you behind the shed at the family reunion.