Finish the sentence above you!

I'm explaining the sentence game to SunnySideUp.

By leaving the last sentence unfinished and ....





out.

those delicious hot wings i had laying around here...

i think some jacked me for em..

now ima have to kill a triffeling hoe with...

a big ass blunt, stick it right in her cunt, cause i dont give a fuck, what!
so i swing back around, throw her to the ground...

and i gave that ass a pound..
rat-a-tat-tat or rotuta-tum-tum...
i beat the pussy up like im beating on a drum...

smackin that ass like it owe me some
bitch you know what, i had my fun.
throw ya down and move along
bitch dont give me the same old...

song, you had yo fun now im takin my schlong...
going to tha corner store to get me a blizzle..
when i looked up and seen snoppy d-o-double gizzle...

so i pass the blizzle to the gizzle.
puff, puff, pass. hes aware of the dizzle.
the rotation begins
we get so motha fuckin high its a sin
now back to ma boy,
kali take this dont let the drop fizzle
...

so i jump on tha beat like a trick with two feet...
that i seen in tha street and owe me money for a week...
so i raised my right hand ask a hoe where my grand?...

so she whimpered and cried, as i reach to her side.
pull out a fat roll, pocket that and let her go.
light up a fat blunt, relax, kick back, and hit that.
as another hoe walk up, beside my dough...

lay the chrome 4-5 that hit ya right between the eyes...
its the snitches i dispise tellin all kinda lies...
ima scareface on this shit all tha way to tha end...
and when i see you, you gonna say whats up to my lil friend...

hey, whoa. bitch i got to go.
i hear the 5-0, set the gat to blow.
and if you didnt know from the smell,
my truck filled with ganja.
packaged up ready to sell,
never leave it on ya...

cause you might have to bail...
and thats ya whole stash lost, cause u aint trying go to jail..
everytime i go to talk i spit fire out my mouth...
i got weed in bulk nigga, i can make a ganja house...

you really cant rap.....
i heard u was a balle' dancer.....
i smoke so many blunt im diagnosed wit cancer....

see here come a trick trying to hop in tha mix...
keep hatin cause my shit go harder than Lu Kang kicks...
me and tyler had it poppin on some real g shit...

and then along came a bitch
tryin to spit it like he spit dicks.
he known to swallow shit.
so give him your load,
he dont care how old,
make it warm not cold.
now off to kali, this shit is gettin old....

shit you can call me mr.fix its , cause my barrell stay warmer than a batch of buttermilk bisuits....
its all down field from now, just call me Willy Beaman...
all you niggas tryin to bust, but your just sacks full of seamen..

im creepin im crawlin on the wall to your cell.
dont try to stop me im sent straight from hell.
ill break everything you have to prove my point.
smoke the blunt to the head, roll another joint...

i gotta stay high if not im poppin on cuz...
i stay with a semi that shot hollows or slugs...
all you niggas talkin shit but i dont feel threatened..
deaths the only thing thats certain, i could die any second...

and this thread issss.....dead.

unless someone revives it by continue the original game?
any takers?