Post by Beau Del Sol on Mar 4, 2018 19:35:30 GMT -5
[Jay Frost stood on the main stage of the church looking on at his "flock" sitting in the pews that lined the floor of the church. The crowd was applauding as he was getting ready to speak...]
Jay: Thank you for joining us in this great church for this special occasion!
[The crowd gave a solid clap and chanted, "Light it up!", "Light it up!". Jay produced a blunt from his pocket and promptly lit it.]
Jay: I love you all!
[Jay held up a hand waving and sent the blunt into the flock of the church turning his wave into a bow.]
Jay: Remember puff puff pass my niggas! Now let's get black up in this bitch! Oh lord thank you for that great herb you and Mother Nature brought from the Earth! Hallelujah!
Crowd: Hallelujah!
Jay: Now fam let's get this service rolling as my lil bruh would say and DJ HIT MY SHIT!
[Chuuch by Slim Thug hit the church speakers and Jay broke down into the Crip Walk as the people blew out of the pews in excitement.]
Jay: And for the four weeks they walked among us in the A-Dub they were named KEG, Cereal Man, and Wesley! Satan's conceptions, his ideals and twisted morals have been set upon their minds and are being wielded as his weapons of MASS DESTRUCTION! On the day of the Revolution you all will revel in the dismantling of all these evils.
KEG!
A drunkard. A man of a fool. The poor soul couldn't wrestle his way out of an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting!
CEREAL MAN!
A rapist. A one way street. He violates the masses' mouths and forces old, nasty, stale cereal down their throats and Cereal Man that's what you will become on this wonderful night, STALE!
MR. ACTION
The deception. He's the evil your eyes don't see! The Arch Angel. The man of a million words. Well Mister... Fuck you don't have a last name. You have trumped my tongue but no matter you can't trump the greater faith! Mister... Mister... Oh fuck it Mr. Redacted. You might be white but it don't mean your right brotha and I'm gonna get you high, drunk, shove cereal down your goddamn throat and take that title off your shoulders. Not that all that has to be done for me to get the dub in this one. And I'm goi-
Gertrude: Father! Father!
Jay: GODDAMNIT Gertrude I was on a fucking role why are you bothering us all?
Gertrude: Father are you ok?
Jay: DO I FUCKING LOOK OK!?
Gertrude: No Father your in stained underwear and you have something in your hair. Father what are these? Are these those dolls inflated with air perverts have intercourse with!? Why do they look like kids? Oh lord one of them has a cigar melting in its mouth!
Jay: Holy moly that was one hell of a trip! FUCK I LOVE DMT! And, and this is a gazebo!? There's cereal in my hair!? And why in the fuck are my pants on that airbag with holes? Shit even my underwear are sticking together!!! Gertrude get my hearse now! We've got to leave!
Gertrude: Father how are you going to explain this to-
Jay: Gertrude I swear on these sticky pages in my bible if you don't fetch me my goddamn hearse I will unwillingly take your virginity and tie you to this piece of shit gazebo until the bears smell your blood and these bears won't be Yogi bitch! NOW GO!
[Jay fell to the floor looking up at the Gazebo.]
Jay: In this condition, this state of mind I must take the title from the son of a SELF-proclaimed legend. Literally a NOBODY. No last name just... Wesley. How do we know? He has no social security number yet they let him compete. You will be a legend as well. My no named friend you will be the Goliath in my story and I David. You have made the deception your are unbeatable, but your deceits end when dealing with a man of God. I can see right through you just like the fraud, the ghost you are, my enemy.
Jay: Thank you for joining us in this great church for this special occasion!
[The crowd gave a solid clap and chanted, "Light it up!", "Light it up!". Jay produced a blunt from his pocket and promptly lit it.]
Jay: I love you all!
[Jay held up a hand waving and sent the blunt into the flock of the church turning his wave into a bow.]
Jay: Remember puff puff pass my niggas! Now let's get black up in this bitch! Oh lord thank you for that great herb you and Mother Nature brought from the Earth! Hallelujah!
Crowd: Hallelujah!
Jay: Now fam let's get this service rolling as my lil bruh would say and DJ HIT MY SHIT!
[Chuuch by Slim Thug hit the church speakers and Jay broke down into the Crip Walk as the people blew out of the pews in excitement.]
Jay: And for the four weeks they walked among us in the A-Dub they were named KEG, Cereal Man, and Wesley! Satan's conceptions, his ideals and twisted morals have been set upon their minds and are being wielded as his weapons of MASS DESTRUCTION! On the day of the Revolution you all will revel in the dismantling of all these evils.
KEG!
A drunkard. A man of a fool. The poor soul couldn't wrestle his way out of an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting!
CEREAL MAN!
A rapist. A one way street. He violates the masses' mouths and forces old, nasty, stale cereal down their throats and Cereal Man that's what you will become on this wonderful night, STALE!
MR. ACTION
The deception. He's the evil your eyes don't see! The Arch Angel. The man of a million words. Well Mister... Fuck you don't have a last name. You have trumped my tongue but no matter you can't trump the greater faith! Mister... Mister... Oh fuck it Mr. Redacted. You might be white but it don't mean your right brotha and I'm gonna get you high, drunk, shove cereal down your goddamn throat and take that title off your shoulders. Not that all that has to be done for me to get the dub in this one. And I'm goi-
Gertrude: Father! Father!
Jay: GODDAMNIT Gertrude I was on a fucking role why are you bothering us all?
Gertrude: Father are you ok?
Jay: DO I FUCKING LOOK OK!?
Gertrude: No Father your in stained underwear and you have something in your hair. Father what are these? Are these those dolls inflated with air perverts have intercourse with!? Why do they look like kids? Oh lord one of them has a cigar melting in its mouth!
Jay: Holy moly that was one hell of a trip! FUCK I LOVE DMT! And, and this is a gazebo!? There's cereal in my hair!? And why in the fuck are my pants on that airbag with holes? Shit even my underwear are sticking together!!! Gertrude get my hearse now! We've got to leave!
Gertrude: Father how are you going to explain this to-
Jay: Gertrude I swear on these sticky pages in my bible if you don't fetch me my goddamn hearse I will unwillingly take your virginity and tie you to this piece of shit gazebo until the bears smell your blood and these bears won't be Yogi bitch! NOW GO!
[Jay fell to the floor looking up at the Gazebo.]
Jay: In this condition, this state of mind I must take the title from the son of a SELF-proclaimed legend. Literally a NOBODY. No last name just... Wesley. How do we know? He has no social security number yet they let him compete. You will be a legend as well. My no named friend you will be the Goliath in my story and I David. You have made the deception your are unbeatable, but your deceits end when dealing with a man of God. I can see right through you just like the fraud, the ghost you are, my enemy.