story by Norm and Paul
music by Dave
see Norm's page under the Youtube name nrm333
He's become President of a faction of Wigger gangbanger wannabes. I rush him and slam my fist into his ear-- "Ow!!!" he screams and his goons rush me, beating me back with saps and billyclubs-- Now that all the bullets are blown and no one knows how to make any more, things are getting a bit more fair on street level-- I extracted my blade and leveled it at the biggest, baldest thug-- He had a big, meaty face which kept wrinkling with unconscious twitches of canine frustration-- He has a little rusty piece of shit knife in one hand and a blackjack in the other. Kid Rock, still holding his bleeding ear, waves the gorilla off. "Hold on, Bonemeal-- He's a fucking Snake, watch out" (a Snake is an Alien Replicant). I was nothing of the sort, but maybe it was good if these jerkoffs thought that-- Snakes were generally feared. The posse of Wiggers backed off, surrounding rock in a protective herd-- there were six of them plus the big guy, still inching away on my left, and kid, who's retrieved his shitty cigar and was attempting to re-light it. "We din't kill your fucking bro, dude-- I was just laughing cause he was a shit head who got what he deserved" . Somehow I knew he was telling the truth (maybe he knew something after all-- maybe I was slowly becoming a fucking Replica, with all this psychic mindfuckery). "Who did it, then?' I asks him-- Rock dusted off his pimp hat and righted it on his balding dome. "Fuck knows, man-- They did it in the night, We find him like that, all slashed open, but they didn't take the acid some reason-- You want a cut?"-- I considered it. "No thanks," I says. "I have mine". I could see they were all looking me over, still wondering if I was a Snake or a Clean or what.
A sewer rat the size of a dog ran underneath me and scurried off into the toxic diarrhea infested water where used condoms and needles floated by in the millions. "If I find out you or any of your wigger crew had anything to do with Tree's death I will personally take the pleasure in killing you all slowly one by one." "Ha, you better watch your punk ass mouth bitch, don't you know who I am?" Kid said, chewing on his lame cigar. I quickly whipped my biggest knife out from under my protective vest and before Kid's crew of goons even had a chance to react I had him by the throat and was holding the knife to his neck. A dumb gold bling necklace was getting in my way so I ripped it off his neck and pocketed it. "Yeah, I know exactly who you are. You are a no talent rich scum who thinks he is some sort of rap/country/rock star. As far as I can see you're nothing but a mixed up poseur with a loud mouth. Just some sort of inbred gimp that doesn't deserve to live." His gang of mentally challenged Neanderthals tried to surround me. "Back the fuck off, or I'll slit this pile shit's neck in half." They backed off. I made them all lay in the sewer water while making my escape back up into the streets. Made my way down the darkened back alleys. Ran into a couple of wasted looking junkies that were lurking around behind this dumpster. Them came up to me with their frothing germ infested mouths. "You spare a small piece of dope sir?" one said, while coughing way to close to me. I adjusted my gas mask and something about these guys movements didn't seem right to me. I began breathing very heavy and something in my head kept telling me they were cleans. I decided not to take any chances and I pulled out my 1930s vintage Enfield Revolver and blew their brains out with two quick blasts. The splattering of their blood against the back alley wall formed what reminded me of one of my paintings I use to do back before the first invasion. I looked up in the smog covered blackened sky and saw that the flying saucer was zipping around the city making its egg drop offs. I had completely forgot that it was egg drop off day. I quickly rushed back to my camp in anticipation. Even if I had to wait another 3 days to touch the egg, just the thought of a big juicy shot of crack into my dwindling veins was enough to make me take off in a full sprint.
I slept for about seventeen hours, and consumed an entire pack of cigarettes with an ounce of chronic and a bottle of Nyquil. Chuck wandered in, looking excited. "Hey man--you heard? the fucking Vatos are at war with the pigs again--The egg's wide open, cause all them jerkoffs is too busy fighting"--I leaped up, grabbed my gas mask and we ran down the staircase. The streets were littered with even more corpses than usual. I'd almost reached the egg when a massive explosion quaked the ground to my left--The direction of the Perv Cubes. Smoke began billowing upward, choking the horizon immediately. I was thrown to the filthy blood smeared pavement as a pile of rubble collapsed into a vast undergroud area to the northeast--Now a mob of frightened citizens came pouring along Cortez Street, screaming--
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Crack City (part 6)by redpaul791,111 views
love the story. please make the text not so fussy, so i can read it. going thrugh it again and again fucks up the ilusion.
bonechrusher666 2 years ago
yeah I'll get busy remaking and reuploading the entire thing just for you--when pigs fly out of Conrad Murray's asshole.....
redpaul79 2 years ago
pigs fly, just use a catapult
bonechrusher666 2 years ago
dont fuck with me
redpaul79 2 years ago