Ryan is crunked tonight, and sling on the bling bling.
Make sure a ten-o doesn't come whopping bar, he's sure to be dropping caps on all of your asses.

Yes that's right, I am talking about murder, not videogames anymore.
Ryan you are the legitimate street thug, nice Tec-9 on that little bg-li-bli-bling-bling, once that whoop whoop starts rolling around, a little WHOOP WHOOP, you know what I'm saying? Drop a little of that POOH, that tchk tchk krrr, get iced out, blinged out, blasted down, smoke a little of that cron cron slip John, Chron John Silver, you know what I'm saying? Pu-put the drugs on, put the ice on the table get a little of that blu Scooby-Doo, and you'll be all set for the night.

+ rep, got Grid 2, don't beat my times u ♥♥♥

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Id hail hydra to that

I want to sleep with you. No, I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under a blanket, In your bed. While you're laying on my arm, with my other hand on your tummy. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just the muffled cries that you slowly let seep away from your blood gurgling mouth as I slit your throat and sacrifice your worthless life to the dark overlord.

T_T