Rondell drop kicked the door to the funeral home wide open, punched some old man in the neck and stuck his 9mm right in Mrs. McHutchenson's old lady face.
Was this bitch trippin? Did she think Rondell Redshaw, the world's most pimpest Vampire was gonna be sleeping in some closed up wooden coffin without a fuckin fuzzy steering wheel and a Cadillac emblem on the front of it?
Rondell slammed a napkin down on the desk with a hand drawn picture of how he wanted his whip pimped out.
"I betta not hafa come back neitha. Get me my platinum coffin wiff a grill, headlight and wheelz, or I'ma crip all ova this motha fucka. You feel me, ho!?!"
He popped the collar of his crunch berry colored shirt and C-walked out the front door. Ain't nothing more important to a vampire pimp than the coffin he be chillin in.
3 comments:
I'm a mack daddy pimp..you know that
yeah, mack daddy! shit is fuckin tight
I think somebody gonna bust yo ass if y'all don't back da fuck off! Shit is so crazy nowadayz, man. I walk out to da street corna, and always smell dat dank aroma. See, das aight dough, cause I knows how ta smoke, son! And if y'all wanna get in ma face aboudit, den bring it on, sucka. I'll scrap which y'all broke ass muthafuckas
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