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The sudden death of dreams(Chapter 3 Repercussions)
"What the fuck happened, Den? Who the fuck called, why's you so pale?", Bisar asked sounding anxious because Denezius was never the one to be afraid of a wanksta or a punk, he had proven it time and again, his gangsta ways had propelled their record label and band to new heights, his idol was the notorious Marrion Suge Knight of death row.
"It's nothing, nothing", Den said shaking it off but looking stressed all the same. "Look Bisy, you stay here with Zach imma go, I promise imma be back in a motherfucking while, Takus called", he added as he strode out of the ward. Bisar and Zach were left wondering. "Nigga kept us hanging, didn't he?",Zach said adjusting his saline tube. "As much wrath I have inside me for that sucker, there is gon be some dire gore shit he gon went to deal with." Both of them sighed simultaneously and looked Outta the ward.
As Den came running out of the hospital he saw Takus standing there, sweating profusely. "Whatsup my G?", he made the gang sign which was affiliated to one of the most dangerous gangs of America. "Yeah, yeah cut that shit out, tell me what the Piru want from me and us?" Takus started,"Brutha many fucking accusations have been brought to your name, like cultural misappropriation, usage of the N word, rapping in...", but he could complete, Den started furiously," Hold the fuck up Takus, these niggaz be refusing to call me a nigga and be acting up? Nigga I put these motherfuckers on the fucking map, and I can blow them off the map if I fucking wanna, let's fucking go."
"Nigga what ya think you's suggesting, are ya threatening us, we the Piru gon be afraid of y'all punk ass niggaz, haha don't make me smoke ya cuss ya spit on ya, nigga back the fuck up, before I put a glock to ya head and it cracks up, talking to me straight you's gonna black out, when we get to the fists it gon be a SmackDown, huh now that's real bars unlike the jizz that you spit", the mob Piru leader Sarene Stalis was standing face to face with Den, his eyes bloodshot, fiery as burning coals his skin uglier than the average asphalt on the streets.
Den was unphased, you couldn't tell what was going inside that muthaphuckking head of his. Takus was the only one with him, and there were a dozen guys with Sarene. Takus was looking stressed, his hand frequently moving to his hip, when he spotted a loc move. "Nigga look, you ain't never know what you dealing with, the only time you get paid is when you get the welfare bill, I'm Armageddon and I'm licensed to ill, when I come at bougie ass niggaz, you know imma kill, you think you's a rapper, you got your rhymes wrong, your only words are as inedible as chocolate wrappers, nigga you said you the toughest gangsta, but people forget it was you who inspired fifty to make that song wanksta, you said you'd banging but you lying through your teeth, the only time you're banging is seeing them porno movies to beat your meat, I bought your girl last night for a dollar, I hope you hang yourself after quitting the last job, that one was blue collar, I could go on and on, I wouldn't stop making sense, but I prefer a rap battle with a man and not a trans teenager, big ass stomach with that ridiculous sweater, nigga..", " I swear if you say nigga again imma run you through with this machete,Sarene pulled up a machete. Takus' face lost whatever colour it had left, it became the colour of stale milk. Den however remained unphased. He whistled and out of nowhere, five to ten white men with the same hairstyle and same looks spring out, Den made a sign with his hand something which looked suspiciously like an N, " N for Nazi, n for Nigga's, geddit punks, we'd homeboyz with Nazi brotherhood still tryna fuck with us?", Den snarled. Sarene pulled out a cocked Smith and Wesson and Den pulled out a magnum.357, shit was about to be kickstarted when suddenly there were sounds of gunshots in the distance and a car zagged away...
To be continued
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"It's nothing, nothing", Den said shaking it off but looking stressed all the same. "Look Bisy, you stay here with Zach imma go, I promise imma be back in a motherfucking while, Takus called", he added as he strode out of the ward. Bisar and Zach were left wondering. "Nigga kept us hanging, didn't he?",Zach said adjusting his saline tube. "As much wrath I have inside me for that sucker, there is gon be some dire gore shit he gon went to deal with." Both of them sighed simultaneously and looked Outta the ward.
As Den came running out of the hospital he saw Takus standing there, sweating profusely. "Whatsup my G?", he made the gang sign which was affiliated to one of the most dangerous gangs of America. "Yeah, yeah cut that shit out, tell me what the Piru want from me and us?" Takus started,"Brutha many fucking accusations have been brought to your name, like cultural misappropriation, usage of the N word, rapping in...", but he could complete, Den started furiously," Hold the fuck up Takus, these niggaz be refusing to call me a nigga and be acting up? Nigga I put these motherfuckers on the fucking map, and I can blow them off the map if I fucking wanna, let's fucking go."
"Nigga what ya think you's suggesting, are ya threatening us, we the Piru gon be afraid of y'all punk ass niggaz, haha don't make me smoke ya cuss ya spit on ya, nigga back the fuck up, before I put a glock to ya head and it cracks up, talking to me straight you's gonna black out, when we get to the fists it gon be a SmackDown, huh now that's real bars unlike the jizz that you spit", the mob Piru leader Sarene Stalis was standing face to face with Den, his eyes bloodshot, fiery as burning coals his skin uglier than the average asphalt on the streets.
Den was unphased, you couldn't tell what was going inside that muthaphuckking head of his. Takus was the only one with him, and there were a dozen guys with Sarene. Takus was looking stressed, his hand frequently moving to his hip, when he spotted a loc move. "Nigga look, you ain't never know what you dealing with, the only time you get paid is when you get the welfare bill, I'm Armageddon and I'm licensed to ill, when I come at bougie ass niggaz, you know imma kill, you think you's a rapper, you got your rhymes wrong, your only words are as inedible as chocolate wrappers, nigga you said you the toughest gangsta, but people forget it was you who inspired fifty to make that song wanksta, you said you'd banging but you lying through your teeth, the only time you're banging is seeing them porno movies to beat your meat, I bought your girl last night for a dollar, I hope you hang yourself after quitting the last job, that one was blue collar, I could go on and on, I wouldn't stop making sense, but I prefer a rap battle with a man and not a trans teenager, big ass stomach with that ridiculous sweater, nigga..", " I swear if you say nigga again imma run you through with this machete,Sarene pulled up a machete. Takus' face lost whatever colour it had left, it became the colour of stale milk. Den however remained unphased. He whistled and out of nowhere, five to ten white men with the same hairstyle and same looks spring out, Den made a sign with his hand something which looked suspiciously like an N, " N for Nazi, n for Nigga's, geddit punks, we'd homeboyz with Nazi brotherhood still tryna fuck with us?", Den snarled. Sarene pulled out a cocked Smith and Wesson and Den pulled out a magnum.357, shit was about to be kickstarted when suddenly there were sounds of gunshots in the distance and a car zagged away...
To be continued
© Dhritiman
