Post by Young Gangsta on Feb 14, 2011 16:10:33 GMT -5
In the middle of the bar near the karaoke stage sit Young Gangsta, Metal Dragon, and Dominik Santiago at a table. It must be later in the night because on the table are two empty fifths of Jack Daniels, a few used glasses, empty Red Bull cans, and a half full gallon bottle of Absolut. The three bar patrons are laughing as The Assassin tries to finish telling a story...
Dom: "Yeah, so then I got on their song and killed it"
Dragon: "So they rapped in Smarky's office? That's lame"
Gangsta: "You guys hear Dustin rap? Sad shit"
"Go up there and do better then"
Without a response, YG gets up, stumbles a bit, but finally makes it up to the stage. He sways for a moment before straightening up and grabbing the microphone. Suddenly silence sweeps the bar as the full capacity crowd awaits to see what the GHW star is going to say or sing or do.
"Hey, yo DJ. Drop something sick!"
The speakers begin to emit a generic hip hop melody with quite a bit of bass. Gangsta just pauses and begins to bob head as he gets into the rhythm.
"Yo, I'mma rap about my coworkers in a company we all hold close to our hears:
Yeah, yo, yo
The fuck is up with GHDub?
Everyone's bitchin' 'bout such and such
Like Dustin and Millson, but no one really gives a fuck
This that Glory and Honor shit, the name should fit the people here
Quit your moaning, hit the bar and crack open a couple beers
That is unless you're a diva, then by all means scream
Take pointers Jade, you prissy bitch, thinking you're too clean
'Cause Amanda and Kahlan are a fucking sexy team
The nasty things we do in my hotel room be done to the extreme
I dunno 'bout you, but I feel like I'm livin' the American dream
Shot after shot, I'm gettin' pretty lit
Hit up Dragon, Dom and I 'cause we about to spit
A little rap 'bout Titties and his arm bars EVERYWHERE makin' bitches submit
We even got some rookies, I'm talkin' Sam and Jesse
Ask em 'bout they last match, they'll say that blood makes things real messy
But what were Dreamer and I gon' do?
We're veterans of the game, he wasn't 'bout to lose to some kid making his debut
Speakin' 'bout DoD, that shit was intense
The matches were a'ight, but that Hot Lesbian Action was worth every fucking cent
Poor Ryan lost and a hissy fit he threw
He's even quittin' wrestling, so what is Delta gonna do?
Or better yet who, 'cause without Hughes, who is he gonna screw?
But enough of this rap, half the rosters been addressed
I gotta head back to my locker room and get undressed
'Cause in my hot tub, I've got big booty bitches tonight
Oh and by the way, if you couldn't tell, I'm as high as a kite"
With that, Young Gangsta drops the mic and raises his arms up into the air as the crowd cheers his cypher. He makes his way towards his table to rejoin Dragon and Santiago, high-fiving fans on the way. He finally makes his way back to his seat, and looks at MD's and Dom's incredulous looks. The cheers die back down to a light murmur of bar talk. As he sits down, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He looks back and it is a police officer.
"Awww fuck. I was only kiddin' about that last line"
EOT
xD
Dom: "Yeah, so then I got on their song and killed it"
Dragon: "So they rapped in Smarky's office? That's lame"
Gangsta: "You guys hear Dustin rap? Sad shit"
"Go up there and do better then"
Without a response, YG gets up, stumbles a bit, but finally makes it up to the stage. He sways for a moment before straightening up and grabbing the microphone. Suddenly silence sweeps the bar as the full capacity crowd awaits to see what the GHW star is going to say or sing or do.
"Hey, yo DJ. Drop something sick!"
The speakers begin to emit a generic hip hop melody with quite a bit of bass. Gangsta just pauses and begins to bob head as he gets into the rhythm.
"Yo, I'mma rap about my coworkers in a company we all hold close to our hears:
Yeah, yo, yo
The fuck is up with GHDub?
Everyone's bitchin' 'bout such and such
Like Dustin and Millson, but no one really gives a fuck
This that Glory and Honor shit, the name should fit the people here
Quit your moaning, hit the bar and crack open a couple beers
That is unless you're a diva, then by all means scream
Take pointers Jade, you prissy bitch, thinking you're too clean
'Cause Amanda and Kahlan are a fucking sexy team
The nasty things we do in my hotel room be done to the extreme
I dunno 'bout you, but I feel like I'm livin' the American dream
Shot after shot, I'm gettin' pretty lit
Hit up Dragon, Dom and I 'cause we about to spit
A little rap 'bout Titties and his arm bars EVERYWHERE makin' bitches submit
We even got some rookies, I'm talkin' Sam and Jesse
Ask em 'bout they last match, they'll say that blood makes things real messy
But what were Dreamer and I gon' do?
We're veterans of the game, he wasn't 'bout to lose to some kid making his debut
Speakin' 'bout DoD, that shit was intense
The matches were a'ight, but that Hot Lesbian Action was worth every fucking cent
Poor Ryan lost and a hissy fit he threw
He's even quittin' wrestling, so what is Delta gonna do?
Or better yet who, 'cause without Hughes, who is he gonna screw?
But enough of this rap, half the rosters been addressed
I gotta head back to my locker room and get undressed
'Cause in my hot tub, I've got big booty bitches tonight
Oh and by the way, if you couldn't tell, I'm as high as a kite"
With that, Young Gangsta drops the mic and raises his arms up into the air as the crowd cheers his cypher. He makes his way towards his table to rejoin Dragon and Santiago, high-fiving fans on the way. He finally makes his way back to his seat, and looks at MD's and Dom's incredulous looks. The cheers die back down to a light murmur of bar talk. As he sits down, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He looks back and it is a police officer.
"Awww fuck. I was only kiddin' about that last line"
EOT
xD
