LET US SPILL OUR FOURTIEZ ON THE GROUND FOR OUR DEAD HOMIE
WHO DIED WITH THE NOBLE SHOUT UPON HIZ LIPZ: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I WROTE THIZ POEM WITH HELP FROM SOME DUDE WHO'Z BRAIN IZ IN A JAR IN ENGLAND, BUT HE'Z PRETTY COOL. HE MADE ME TAKE THE CAPZ LOCK KEY OFF BECAUSE HE'Z GAY, I THINK.
CHARGE OF THE STUNT BRIGADE
BY MR. ALLCAPS
Half a block, half a block
Half a block onward,
All on they back wheelz
Rode the fresh stuntaz.
"Wheelie the Stunt Brigade!
"Charge for the camera!" he said:
Into the Expressway of Death
Rode the fresh stuntaz.
"Forward, the Stunt Brigade!"
Was there a homie dismay'd?
Not tho' the homiez knew
Someone was buggin:
Their'z not to make reply,
Their'z not to be all trippin':"Why",
Their'z but to stunt or die:
Onto the Expressway of Death
Rode the fresh stuntaz.
Cousinz to right of them,
Homiez to left of them,
*****ez in front of them
Buck Wild and Bumpin';
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Fly they rode and well,
Onto the Expressway of Death,
Into the Mall of Hell
Rode the fresh stuntaz.
Flash'd all their chromed wheelz bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Buggin' all the boyz up in there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the burn-out smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Homie and Gangsta
Reel'd from the tight-azz shiznitz they pulled
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not all the fresh stuntaz.
5-0 to right of them,
Guidence Counselorz to left of them,
Dey Momz behind them
Trippin n' Dissin;
Storm'd at with shoutz of "Chill!",
While GSXR1000 and homie fell,
They that had bumped so well
Came thro' the Expressway of Death
Back from the Malls of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the fresh stuntaz.
When can they flava fade?
O the dope-azz video they made!
All the homiez wondered.
Honor the video they made,
Honor the Stunt Brigade,
Noble fresh stuntaz.