“I’ve gots you fo' that.” Biatch smirks at his muthafuckin ass.
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“I’ve gots you fo' that.” Biatch smirks at his muthafuckin ass.
this the most hilarious shit I have ever (not) written. please go gizoogle yourself and have a laugh.
holy or broken, there is still hallelujah (snoop dog edition)
by the lil fanpire
Afta Bellamy was shot, they had moonwalked back ta tha hood n' turned tha church tha fuck into a makeshift hospitizzle as quickly as possible. Da rowz of pews had been pushed up against tha walls n' cots had been brought in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Clarke had ta use tha limited resources they could find up in tha hood ta save his ass n' fast. Rusted drizzle barrels was brought up in so they could be filled wit boilin gin n juice n' shit. Da candelabras was lit all up in tha room n' mo' candlez was brought up in n' placed on tha floor.
Bitch had kicked tha others up quickly so dat thugged-out biiiatch could focus on tha task of savin his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hit dat shiznit tirelessly all up in tha early evenin n' tha fuck into tha night, cleanin n' sewin up his wounds, her eyes adjustin ta tha candlelight.
Clarke sunk down on tha pew beside Bellamy when dat freaky freaky biatch had done all dat thugged-out biiiatch could. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Bellamy was now asleep on tha cot under tha stained glass window yo. His hoodie was torn open n' bandages was taped ta his chest, red continued ta seep all up in no matta how tha fuck nuff times dat thugged-out biiiatch chizzled tha dressings.
Dat shiznit was dark up in tha sanctuary, only all dem candlez was left ta light tha room up in tha late minute of tha night.
Clarke heard her enta before her big-ass booty saw her n' shiznit fo' realz. Afta six years, dat freaky freaky biatch had gotten used ta hearin da most thugged-out deafenin of silences n' tiniest of sounds, so Echo’s footsteps vibrated loudly up in tha abandoned place of worship.
Da candlez flickered as Echo stepped towardz her yo, but neither biatch was rappin fo' nuff muthafuckin moments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Neither of dem had straight-up spoken ta one another since reuniting.
“We thought you was dead,” she finally whispered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Echo didn’t peep her when her big-ass booty was rappin yo, but down at Bellamy’s chillin form n' then quickly ta tha fucked up wooden slatz of tha floorboard.
Echo couldn’t peep Bellamy just as much as Clarke couldn’t look away from his muthafuckin ass.
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I thought My Immortal was a terrible fan fiction... then I read it through Gizoogle.net.
It can get worse......
I've been throwing The 1975 lyrics into the gizoogle.net thing for 10 minutes now and i'm fucking peeing myself laughing help me
I was on Twitter and one of the blogs I follow kept talkin about "gizoogle.net" - I wasn't disappointed. I literally have been doing nothing for the past hour but reading Kingdom Hearts quotes in Snoop Dog slang and silently giggling to myself. Just type in your tumblr blog or twitter @name and it sends you there instantly. XD You won't regret it!
THE ORIGINAL IS IN THE LINK THE PRODUCT OF GIZOOGLE.NET IS BELOW “What kind of porno do you like?” he asks.
“Anythang straight-up, except freaky. Please don’t do dat ta mah dirty ass. Before jumpin tha fuck into yo' arms I'ma just leave tha room,” I say wit a laugh.
“Okay,” da perved-out muthafucka say as da perved-out muthafucka sifts all up in tha blu-rays. I git off tha couch n' look all up in dem as well. I stumble across two pornos up in a row dat have his wild lil' grill on tha cover n' shit. I pick one out. “What tha fuck iz this?” I ask incredulously.
“Put it away. Not watchin them,” da perved-out muthafucka says yo, but I can peep a smirk on his wild lil' grill growin as he looks down all up in tha pornos.
“Yo ass act too, biatch? What don’t you do?” I ask his muthafuckin ass.
“I do not peep dem pornos. That is what tha fuck I do not do,” da perved-out muthafucka say.
71: Into tha Fire n' Nineteen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da one is obviously a war porno. Da other, I have no clue what tha fuck it could be bout yo, but his afro is straight-up long and…. “Wait son! Is dat Seungri, biatch? Oh mah gosh! Can we please peep dis one?” I ask.
“No!” da perved-out muthafucka says, now laughing.
“Pleeeeaaassseee???” I throw mah arms round his shouldaz n' beg his ass ta let me peep dat shit. I feel like I done been pimpin his ass fo' a year n' not a god damn thang is even “official” yet. Unless…it is, biatch? It be a whole freshly smoked up culture yo. Hell, I never dated up in Tha Ghetto either so how tha fuck would I know, biatch? A muthafucka once busted mah crazy ass n' took me up fo' pizzy up in high school n' I thought da thug was mah pimp yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin' fo' realz. Apparently that’s not how tha fuck thangs work. That’s what tha fuck has happened ta our asses so far, just on a grander mo' high-rollin' scale.
“No subtitles. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sorry,” da perved-out muthafucka say as if it’s his one n' only excuse, breakin me outta mah thoughts.
“Let’s practice yo' Gangsta then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. We can pause it afta every last muthafuckin line n' you can attempt ta translate,”
“That soundz like a wack time,” da perved-out muthafucka say while lookin pained. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I realize da ruffneck don’t wanna do dis so I cook up a pact wit mah dirty ass ta peep it next time I be ridin' solo up in tha house-or maybe I'ma peep it wit Daesung! I start bustin up loud.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say tryin ta bust a cap up in mah smile. I keep lookin all up in tha DVD’s n' find a thick box. I take it up n' it also has his wild lil' grill on it yo. Dude is holdin a pistol. “What tha fuck iz this!?” I say again, dis time as if I found a porno under his bed.
“Durama,” da perved-out muthafucka say. I open it up n' flip all up in tha nuff DVDs. “Yo ass definitely not wantin ta peep dis shit. I break hoes neck,” da perved-out muthafucka say. Now he is tryin ta suppress a smile. “And I lick her,” da perved-out muthafucka says, his smile turnin tha fuck into a smirk.
“What!?”
Dude laughs. “Not watching. Too long,” his schmoooove ass concludes.
“Then what tha fuck will we watch?”
Seunghyun takes up a Blu-ray n' puts it up in tha playa n' shit. “Spiderman?
Well dat was random yo, but I guess dat is def wit mah dirty ass. I git off mah knees n' find mah dirty ass a spot on tha couch yo. Dude standz up n' adjusts tha volume n' what tha fuck not wit tha remote right up in front of tha televizzle before tha pimpin' muthafucka takes his seat n' drapes his ass arm round mah dirty ass.
I snuggle tha fuck into his ass slightly yo, but not obnoxiously yo. Dude brushes mah arm lightly wit his wild lil' fingers where his hand falls, ticklin tha skin even all up in tha material of mah hoodie from time ta time n' I gotta try mah hardest ta act as if I’m not payin attention ta tha sensation his wild lil' fingers cause me durin every last muthafuckin second of dis porno. Eventually I just lift up mah hand n' hold his cold-ass ta git his ass ta stop even though I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat shit.
I have peeped dis porno at least four times yo, but by tha end of it todizzle, I feel like I don’t know anythang dat happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Spidernizzle n' tha entirety of New York Citizzle is Seunghyun n' Seunghyun ridin' solo. Great. I holla'd at his ass we should have just peeped one of his crazy-ass pornos.
“I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat porno,” da perved-out muthafucka say as he presses his wild lil' grill tha fuck into tha corner of mah neck n' kisses it yo. Dude then gets up n' takes tha disc outta tha Blu-ray playa n' put’s every last muthafuckin thang away.
“Can I please peep a shitload of yo' porno you did wit Seungri?” I ask.
“Nope!”
“Then I’ll just peep it when yo ass isn’t here,” I say.
“Then I’ll just gotta brang you wit me whenever I leave,”
“Then I just won’t go,”
“Well that’s yo' thang so then I'ma just gotta fire you,”
“Yo ass is so sassy!” I say, mah jaw droppin yo. Dude smilez so big-ass dat his fuckin lil' dimplez step tha fuck up n' every last muthafuckin thang is phat up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I know da ruffneck didn’t mean it yo, but it seems his Gangsta get’s mo' betta when he is sassy. If it means I KNOW his ass mo' betta than so be it I guess.
Seunghyun comes ta sit tha fuck down next ta me again n' again n' again afta tha pimpin' muthafucka turns tha televizzle off yo. Dude wraps both of his thugged-out arms round mah crazy ass n' squeezes me tight yo. Dude turns his head towardz mah ear n' whispers, “Gamsahabida. I ah…yes,” be all da perved-out muthafucka say.
I’m trippin but I’ll take dat shit.
As I be tryin ta be thinkin of what tha fuck we should do next, tha crew comes struttin all up in tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Even though I know tha rest of tha crew be apparently aiiiight wit mah smokin da sticky-icky-icky wit Seunghyun, I unconsciously jump up from under his thugged-out arm n' stand up ta greet dem leavin Seunghyun behind on tha couch.
“Okay dem hoes dawwwwg! As you all know, we done been recordin n' we done been rehearsing, n' we done been bustin thangs muthafucka! So! Is you locked n loaded fo' our tour?” da perved-out muthafucka shouts like a ringleader n' shit. Everyone shouts up in excitement. I turn ta peep Seunghyun whoz ass is just chillin there wit a smile. “Okay dawwwwg! Exactly one month from now! _______-ah! Yo ass is comin wit us, yes?” “Uhm…I guess so. I don’t peep why I wouldn’t,” I say.
“Dope hommie! Second ghetto trip of tha ghetto!” Seungri shouts.
“Goin all kindsa muthafuckin places!” Daesung say up in a attempt ta drop a rhyme Gangsta. I should push one of mah dresses n' git his ass Rosetta Stone yo. Dude could loot it his dirty ass yo, but suttin' drops some lyrics ta me tha smile dat would grow on his wild lil' grill from dat wouldn’t leave fo' a week n' dat is worth a easy as fuck $500 ta mah dirty ass.
“Fuck dis shiznit son! I can’t believe mah game,” I say up loud.
“Believe dat shiznit son!” say Jiyong as da thug strutts over ta me n' nudges mah shoulder lightly. “Hard hustlin but worth dat shit. Yo ass gonna git fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass don’t need big-ass up unlike we are-we is ghon be straight-up tired yo, but you can live sick experiences all over tha ghetto cuz of this,” da perved-out muthafucka say genuinely. “If I be thinkin erectly though, durin tours is when we all wish our crazy asses have thug ta rap like a muthafucka. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So yo big-ass booty is ghon work hard like a muthafucka yo. Hwaiting!” da perved-out muthafucka say yo. His lil rap filled mah crazy ass wit excitement. I had no clue bout any trip comin up. I just knew they was hustlin on a freshly smoked up mixtape.
I straight-up need ta Skype mah Muthafucka sometime soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I haven’t contacted her since I gots here, I done been so swept up in it all. I can’t wait ta git mah first paycheck. I be goin ta loot mah dirty ass a thugged-out dope computer n' shit. I have not a god damn thang else I need ta spend on so I might as well splurge. I don’t be thinkin I'ma be leavin any time soon.
As I be thankin bout all of dis I feel a arm rest over mah shoulders. I look up ta peep Seunghyun standin next ta mah dirty ass. “It’ll be sick,” be all da perved-out muthafucka say. Da rest of tha crew smilez n' suddenly they all come over n' smack his ass across tha back of his head.
Seriously. What tha hell?
Dude lets go of me n' they is all bustin up now, nahmeean, biatch? I don’t KNOW they humor.
Fo' all y'all biatches who wanna find shiznit
What is this? Good question. My boss said to me today "Go to gizoogle.net and type in anything". Simply, its amazing. You can put in any search, like you might for a Google search, and you'll get the same results, except all the text will be re-written in a ... shall we say different kind of way. I searched for Miniature Fiction and sure enough, it led me to my site, but all the stories were re-written. An example is below. I encourage you to check it out
Don't Go Breakin' My fuckin Heart
I gave his ass tha rang n' holla'd at his ass how tha fuck I felt, I holla'd at his ass every last muthafuckin thang. Part of me knew dis wasn’t fair, pourin mah ass up ta him, how tha fuck I straight-up felt bein round his ass yo, but I had to, I couldn’t keep it bottled up inside me no mo'. Emotionally spent, I waited fo' his thugged-out answer.
gizoogle.net may be my new favorite search engine of all time.