Post by Zombie McMorris on Mar 13, 2018 23:37:47 GMT -5
GET CAUGHT UP : ZMAC Escapes Purgatory
The Whole Grain Fiasco
Ol’ Z is faded into the shadows of the 35th street platform of the Philadelphia subway system. A faint he tokes on his solid gold crack pipe -> watching the only person on the platform. The man is scrolling through twitter. He is short, average build and has short brown hair. ZMAC manipulates the twitter feed to scroll through some rather upsetting news: Adam Young, World Champion. Double Champion. Triple Crown Champion. The man has no reaction. He just has a thousand yard stare.
ZMACS Crackberry goes off. It’s a text from his boi and straight up savage, Spencer Adams.
The text: Salt Lake City. Sunday. Alex Haden, some Cereal dude.
ZMAC puts his crackberry away as the F train goes rolling up. The man tosses his phone aside and takes that leap of faith; creating a mosaic of blood and gore all over the front of the train.
A coked up madman smiles. He steps out of the shadows, looks in no particular direction yet stares directly into your soul and addresses you personally.
“Yo. Looks like ya bois got a cuppa NERDS to smash on this week. Alex Haden and some Cereal dude.”
Ol’ Z shrugs with indifference.
“I won’t lie, Alex, I done peeped your shit. Last week you were fuckin’ high up on yourself about how you about to run a monopoly on the 201 scene. Bet you didn’t expect ol’ Z. LOL no one ever does. Whats funny about all that doe is that the safest place in monopoly is in jail and I think dat we both fuckin know dat ol’ Z aint afraid of goin back to prison to shank your punk ass. Run up on you and ruin your shit while the Cereal man beats his dick in the corner cuz I’m snap, cracklin’ and poppin’ on your cheeks bust my goo like frosted flakes onto your freshly washed apple jacks.
Nilla, I got puns for days. I’ll be bustin’ N Nuttin on you both and there aint a damn thang either of you can do about it. Shee-it -> what chu gone do about it Cereal Man? Dude you so fuckin BOO->RING you might actually be Cereal. Like, how fucking bad do you gotta be when even paints like: ‘ Nah fam, that shit aint for me. Go blend your punk ass in with that instant mush they feed to mental defectives. Go be breakfast or sum shit.’
Yo -> Legit. When three coats of primer don’t want to associate with you then you know you done fucked up in life. But this right here -> This undead coked up madman that you see before you -> this pale rider of greasy scared sex appeal is going to rinse your milk ass. Ya’ll thought you had this 201 shit on lock but then along came a spy-dah and he sat down besides ya and said.. whats in the bowl bitch? ( DICE MAN COMMETH FO DAT AZZ )
Rhretorical question: LIFE. VANILLA FUCKIN’ WHITE BREAD -> NO TASTE OR SUBSTANCE TO YA
Your sad, ignant, tragic fucking lives and career. And ol’ Z is here in A-Dub to snuff you both out. Then whose left after that -> Wesley and Frost? The way Ol’ Z be lookin at it ( LOL you’re all fucked ) There aint no one in this lightweight division that can throw hands wit cha boi -> Let alone beat him.
What cha cereal gawds tell you about Ol’ Z, Cereal duder? They tell you that you about to get fucked in the whole grain ass -> cuz you about to get fucked and fortified with this mother fuckin D up in this bitch. So what chu boys gone do diz week when ol’ Z rolls up and rolls oat ( LOL ) And ZMAC is taking week one before either of you know what hit chu ( spoilers: I’m Dove Killin you FGTS.) At CLASH.. victims arnt you all.
But don’t worry.. your crumbled lifeless bodies will stay crunchy even in milk.
Because you all float down here.
DEUCES BITCH!