damn, now that I think about it... I'm a victim like a muhfukka.. I used to get my ass whoooped
I remember one time, I had to be no older than 10.. I was trying to watch Fievel Goes West (that lil mouse was trill as fukk) and my sister would not stop talking. I'm like shut the fukk up, I'm tryna eat off this American Tale but she kept fukkin with me. She knew I was trying to pay hella attention to the movie, and I swear to god she was determined to ruin it for me. Females ain't shyt forreal... anyway, I'm like alright, this bytch just gon talk during the "dreams to dream" song? ok, I got you
I wanted til she was defenseless, sitting on her knees. I stood up, ran over and Adam Vinatieri'd the fukk out her shyt.. my mom instantly hopped on the phone and called my pops. for some reason I was not scared. I'm thinkin this nikka ain't gonna do shyt... Maaan, he walked into the crib with his chest poked out like Taz on some 1997 ECW shyt. He beat the shyt outtaa me brehs. shyt was making comic book sound effects the way he was finessing that belt off my black ass.
I got whooped so bad that I cried silent. the nikka beat my goddamn voice outta my body.. I was making crying gestures but the sound was just on mute..
I love my pops to death but dag...