Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 25, 2017 14:35:22 GMT -5
"Clep JJ OG is a fan base parody. Sponsored by Pantheon, #BeachKrew and Charity. Adam Young's Deathmatch, Seth Lerch's Prodigy. Support the official release, mothafuckas!"
Yeah niggas. You're about to witness how my life really is. Used to be dat' fake ass Joker nigga named Crazy J. Forget all dat'. Dis' bout to be the realest, illest shit ya'll cud ever witness. We bout to go into my life, the life my massa Andre Holmes exposed. In dis life, yuh gonna witness how everything changed. How I was locked up in a slamma next to my bisexual buddies, Jamal Cartlon (formerly known as Jason Cash) and dat nigga Snitchy McSalem (formerly known as Salem Shepard.) My life changed, change yo life. I ended up on Beyond Scared Straight, GGGGG-Unit.
Brooklyn, New York. Clep JJ OG was one of the few niggas at the age of eighteen who was inspired to be a battle rapper. He traveled across the world performing at Ultimate Rap League, King of the Dot and many more battle rap platforms. When he was at the age of eight, his father, Daddy ZT, had left him to fend for himself in the streets. His father was ashamed of him to call him son, who could ever love a boy who puts on make up of Gemini Battle and pretend to be the next Harambe in the streets? Clep lived a pretty harsh life. Growing up in Tenneesee under parents who followed Thomas Uriel Bates' doctrine of paladin and even being forced to join the cult of hating his own race.
Through those hardships, he fought through em' all after joining up with the gang Zero Tolerance. Their worst crimes were raping thirteen and fourteen year old children of former WCF Hardcore Champions when they were intimidated by a man who could take his title. Yes, Clep JJ OG is the WCF Hardcore Champion but even Massa Seth resented him. He was terrible, no skills, no personality, all cheap heat and always playing the victim when things never went his way. Clep JJ OG even suffered from personality disorder, a side effect of using the Gemini Battle Make-Up Kit sponsored by Livewire Industries. Clep JJ OG was on the basketball court dribbling the car for five minutes against his friends, Jamal Carlton and Snitchy McSalem.
Clep JJ OG: Man, I'm dribblin' like I'm John Wall. Yall negros aint got dat long D. Unless we gon fuck our sistahs, we droppin dem bombs on a nigga real time. Out shootin yall asses like I'm da ZT Steph Curry. Bitch ass niggas.
Snitchy McSalen: Nigga shoot the gawd damn ball!
Jamal Carlton: Yeah nigga! Dribblin' like you stuck on pause. Betcho' dumbass plays 2K17 with the game slidas up!
Clep JJ OG: Aight niggas, chill, chill. Watch me be MJ on deez niggas.
Clep shot from the three point line. Street basketball was never his thing but maybe this would be the only moment in his life he would succeed. With one great jump and his hands pushing the ball int he air, all the niggas of ZT looked as the red ball moved in the air. Clep's eyes were glued to it, sparkling with happiness as the ball came close to the rim...but then dropped on the concrete. Jamal and Snitchy laughed their asses off, pointing at Clep who was dressed in all ZT material along with his day one niggas.
Snitchy McSalem: AHHH! YUH MISSED BITCH! How you gon' win against Andre Holmes if you can't win on the court nigga?
Clep JJ OG: Don't worry I got dis. Imma travel down to Houston and sneak up on his daughters, and pregnant wife. Record dem and use dem bitches for my promos. Yeah, I'm bout to dry snitch on him.
Jamal Carlton: I jus' thought of somethin'. How you know bout' his family and his crib in the first place?
Clep JJ OG: ....Ugh....nevermind. Imma just do it nig! Don't question my shit!
Snitchy McSalem: Whatchu' plan to do wid dat footage b?
Clep JJ OG: Jack off to dat sheeeeet.
Jamal Carlton: Pedophilia bitch ass nigga. Yo ass gon get locked up with Big Bertha. Daddy ZT gon' rape yo ass like he did in your childhood days.
Clep JJ OG: Nig! Never talk bout' dat. My Daddy ZT is a fuck nigga. I'm a real nigga. GANG GANG GANG! BITCH! Catch these hands mothafucka!
Clep swung on Jamal but he stepped off to the side letting his homie fall face first into the concrete.
Jamal Calrton: You missed nigga?
Clep got up from the concrete floor but a car pulled up next to the curb on the street. Clep, Jamal and Snitchy turned around and stood their ground as the black SUV parked beside the curb after a screeching power slide halt. The three of them were confused, only time an SUV was in the hood was for....oh no. Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes leaned their bodies out from the rolled down windows and pointed their machine guns. #BeachCrip had arrived and Zero Tolerance were shook. The same gang who took away their WCF Trios Championships has come to pull a drive by on they ass.
Jared Holmes: Ya'll bitch ass Harambe lookin' mothafuckas still talkin' shit right? Ya'll ugly snitches want a death wish!
Johnny Rabid: What cha'll gotta say now?
Wade Moor: Speak before we send ya'll up to 2-Pac and Biggie!
Clep JJ OG: Nah Wade, you can't say shit. You didn't pin me nigga! I run dis sheet, dis streets are my turf homie! Do sumin!
Johnny Rabid, Jared Holmes and Wade Moor squeezed the triggers and the machine guns were firing bullets like crazy. The ZT Guys ran for cover, sprinting into a back alley between a liquor store and Big & Tall. Wade patted the top of the roof cuing Jared to get into the driver's seat and zoom off with the truck. ZT barely managed to escape with their lives, taking a time to catch their breath and relax. Clep's phone rang and he answered it from the ZT Boss.
Lazy J: He was here. Come back now!
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Through those hardships, he fought through em' all after joining up with the gang Zero Tolerance. Their worst crimes were raping thirteen and fourteen year old children of former WCF Hardcore Champions when they were intimidated by a man who could take his title. Yes, Clep JJ OG is the WCF Hardcore Champion but even Massa Seth resented him. He was terrible, no skills, no personality, all cheap heat and always playing the victim when things never went his way. Clep JJ OG even suffered from personality disorder, a side effect of using the Gemini Battle Make-Up Kit sponsored by Livewire Industries. Clep JJ OG was on the basketball court dribbling the car for five minutes against his friends, Jamal Carlton and Snitchy McSalem.
Clep JJ OG: Man, I'm dribblin' like I'm John Wall. Yall negros aint got dat long D. Unless we gon fuck our sistahs, we droppin dem bombs on a nigga real time. Out shootin yall asses like I'm da ZT Steph Curry. Bitch ass niggas.
Snitchy McSalen: Nigga shoot the gawd damn ball!
Jamal Carlton: Yeah nigga! Dribblin' like you stuck on pause. Betcho' dumbass plays 2K17 with the game slidas up!
Clep JJ OG: Aight niggas, chill, chill. Watch me be MJ on deez niggas.
Clep shot from the three point line. Street basketball was never his thing but maybe this would be the only moment in his life he would succeed. With one great jump and his hands pushing the ball int he air, all the niggas of ZT looked as the red ball moved in the air. Clep's eyes were glued to it, sparkling with happiness as the ball came close to the rim...but then dropped on the concrete. Jamal and Snitchy laughed their asses off, pointing at Clep who was dressed in all ZT material along with his day one niggas.
Snitchy McSalem: AHHH! YUH MISSED BITCH! How you gon' win against Andre Holmes if you can't win on the court nigga?
Clep JJ OG: Don't worry I got dis. Imma travel down to Houston and sneak up on his daughters, and pregnant wife. Record dem and use dem bitches for my promos. Yeah, I'm bout to dry snitch on him.
Jamal Carlton: I jus' thought of somethin'. How you know bout' his family and his crib in the first place?
Clep JJ OG: ....Ugh....nevermind. Imma just do it nig! Don't question my shit!
Snitchy McSalem: Whatchu' plan to do wid dat footage b?
Clep JJ OG: Jack off to dat sheeeeet.
Jamal Carlton: Pedophilia bitch ass nigga. Yo ass gon get locked up with Big Bertha. Daddy ZT gon' rape yo ass like he did in your childhood days.
Clep JJ OG: Nig! Never talk bout' dat. My Daddy ZT is a fuck nigga. I'm a real nigga. GANG GANG GANG! BITCH! Catch these hands mothafucka!
Clep swung on Jamal but he stepped off to the side letting his homie fall face first into the concrete.
Jamal Calrton: You missed nigga?
Clep got up from the concrete floor but a car pulled up next to the curb on the street. Clep, Jamal and Snitchy turned around and stood their ground as the black SUV parked beside the curb after a screeching power slide halt. The three of them were confused, only time an SUV was in the hood was for....oh no. Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes leaned their bodies out from the rolled down windows and pointed their machine guns. #BeachCrip had arrived and Zero Tolerance were shook. The same gang who took away their WCF Trios Championships has come to pull a drive by on they ass.
Jared Holmes: Ya'll bitch ass Harambe lookin' mothafuckas still talkin' shit right? Ya'll ugly snitches want a death wish!
Johnny Rabid: What cha'll gotta say now?
Wade Moor: Speak before we send ya'll up to 2-Pac and Biggie!
Clep JJ OG: Nah Wade, you can't say shit. You didn't pin me nigga! I run dis sheet, dis streets are my turf homie! Do sumin!
Johnny Rabid, Jared Holmes and Wade Moor squeezed the triggers and the machine guns were firing bullets like crazy. The ZT Guys ran for cover, sprinting into a back alley between a liquor store and Big & Tall. Wade patted the top of the roof cuing Jared to get into the driver's seat and zoom off with the truck. ZT barely managed to escape with their lives, taking a time to catch their breath and relax. Clep's phone rang and he answered it from the ZT Boss.
Lazy J: He was here. Come back now!
© Relentless Industries