Post by Torture on Dec 17, 2020 16:39:50 GMT -5
SCUUUUUUMGAAAAAAAAANG
As the door to the Bushwick trap house opened, the pungent smell of PCP-laced weed wafted from deep within. The halls were dark, the floor littered with trash and the walls splattered with dayglow paints. It yawns like the ugly, open maw and awaiting gullet of a psychedelic kaiju come to devour any semblance of good taste or decency. As the camera plunged into the belly of the beast, tableaus of wretched debauchery awaited beyond the frame of every open door: orgies of blood, hideous laboratory-like contraptions belting drug fumes, arsenals of illicit weaponry of every conceivable size and intention, and enslaved white parents held audience through Ludovico-esque contraptions as their sons and daughters were coaxed by men in red bandanas to vote Democrat.
At the end of the hall – at the epicenter of this machine of degradation – the Jigsaw Prince held court. His mouth opened with a smile of hungry malevolence, his teeth multi-colored and pointed into fangs. His fingers idly stroked the Gucci-print Bengal tiger that lay at his feet while the Balenciaga cobra curled around his shoulders like a stole. As he stubbed his cigarette out in the 24k Rolex ashtray, he leered at the camera.
“So look who the fuck decided to roll up in here and take more heads than Epstein on prom night. Y’already know who this is, Blood, it’s
FUKKEN.
TR3YWAY.
King of New York. Thirteen for thirteen on the fukken Billboard. And soon? Your Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Champion.”
King of New York. Thirteen for thirteen on the fukken Billboard. And soon? Your Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Champion.”
He licked his lips and leaned forward, clasping his hands together to display glittering rings.
“Y’all been eatin’ off the same plate as this dumb bummy-lookin’ ass [GAMER] Vulcan Hentai for like five years now. That shit OLD AS FUCK my [GAMER] . Bruh, Sun, lemme ask you this legit, dog: do you let the fat guy watch you shower. You a fruity-ass dumb [GAMER] out here dancing in your spandex an’ shit, bluh, you fukken SUCK. This [GAMER] out here with a robot body an’ shit – how that shit legal, blood? [GAMER] losin’ in first rounds of the tournaments and comin’ out here with tired ass catchphrases. Suck my fukken dick.
Oh, and don’t think I ain’t seen the rest of y’all cause y’all make this dude look like a million bucks. JC Keeton’s short ass out here tryin’ again and AGAIN and still losin’. Bro, you look like a BITCH. Lemme tell you somethin’, blood, if I had James Nightingale signin’ my checks I wouldn’t be missin’. I ain’t had nobody co-signin’ my shit, nobody doin’ the guest feature on the record, everyone sayin’ “Tekashi a snitch, Tekashi a rat, don’t fuck with him” and I STILL win. I ain’t never took an L – blood, you got beat like a bitch by a guy in spandex like FIF.TEEN. TIMES. my [GAMER] . Fukken bozo.
Yo cameraman, turn that shit down here, look at this shit.”
Tekashi reaches forward, grabbing the sides of the camera and angling it down at the tiger.
“You see this shit? That shit’s two-hundred grand. I could literally sell this tiger and buy Teo Blaze’s career, blood. Yo Teo, bruh – you ain’t Mexican. You ain’t know nothin’ bout that life, blood. Comin’ out here like a corny ass white boy with a fake ass name, dude, you a bitch for real. I could sell a tiger and own your whole family, bro. Suck my dick with Hector Habanero’s lips.”
The camera tilted back up to an ugly, sneering close-up on Tekashi’s oil painting-like skin. The lense fogged from his breath.
“I ain’t sayin’ no more names. I ain’t got to. There ain’t none of y’all in this shit, and I ain’t sayin’ nothin’. Oh – unless you Sierra Silver and you tryin’ to get it. Then I’mma say your name. But I ain’t sayin’ nobody else name cause y’all ain’t with it, blood. Ain’t no Reo Raijin, no Jim Mud, no nothing. Only thing there is…”
IS FUKKEN.
TR3YWAY.
TR3YWAY.
LET YA NUTS HANG.