Post by syringe on Nov 17, 2007 6:39:29 GMT -6
(Camera fades in to Syringe walking down the street in his ghetto neighborhood.)
Syringe: Ok, I'm gonna jump right into this. Big Lard, for you to run up in someone's home and violate there stuff like a ghetto kid from the hood whose looking for his drug money is just plain ignorant. I didn't disrespect your wife or your home. It just went from an intruction match to a personal grudge. You want to come into my home and trash my house? What were you doing outside anyways? Playing Harriet the spy? Well, let me tell you I spy with my little eye some punk bitch who still thinks he's being picked on in high school. You sound like a skipping CD man. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT" sounds like what you'd say right before you'd rub your eyes in tears and say this famous line "screw you guys I'm going home" because someone told you to put down the fork and step away from their lunch. Oh, and if you find out I'm "slanging" you, you're gonna "destroy me in the next centry." Maybe in the next centry, but this is now. "Fool" the only think you're destroying is a buffet line.
(Syringe walks past a bum on the sidewalk with sign that says, "Pennies, nickles, dimes! Help me support this habit of mine." Syringe stops and looks at him.)
Syringe: Hey let me get a sip of that bottle of whiskey over there!
(The homeless guy excited looks around for this bottle of whiskey. Mean while Syringe snags the cup of change the homeless guy had.)
Homeless Man: HEY HEY THERE'S NO DAMN WHISKEY AND GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY!
Syringe: Thanks I'll need this.
(Syringe rumages through the cup to get and idea of how much he has.)
Syringe: Ahh...hell there isn't even 2 dollars here.
(Syringe just tosses the coins into the street. Then you hear the homeless man mutter something.)
Homeless Man: You son of a bi...
(The homeless guy fades out to the abrupt sound of a bus driving by. The camera still following Syringe walks into a drug store on the corner.)
Syringe: It's nice to know you love your wife. I don't know why you warned her about stepping in **** though it's not like I laid your fat ass out on the side walk. Speaking of laying people out you being picked on man turned you into a bully yourself. Everyone that gives you a quick glance you want to beat up. Well, they only way to stop a bully is to stand up to a bully and I'm not backing down in the ring. I think you need some councling bro, because you seem to have anger issues. Here's some advice, trying taking your fat aggression out on tub of ice cream instead of trying to intimidate everyone. I understand your over weight insecurities man, but not everyone cares you bought stock in twinky bro. That really was some punk **** you pulled coming to my home. Atleast I'm man enough to keep my beef in the ring. Don't get excited I said beef I meant feud.
(While Syringe keeps going with the interview he grabs a few things inside the store. Stealing spray paint, silly string, and an exacto-knife. The camera then follows him to his car where he drives off. The camera then fades into him stopping at a park and raiding the porta potties for the toliet paper. He opens one potty and it's a little old lady squatting on the pot while holding her little dog. The old lady shreeks.)
Syringe: Oh, excuse me mam!
(Syringe says with excitment and sarcasm. He closes the door after giving her a quick wink. He heads to the next stall and grabs the rest of the toliet paper.)
Syringe: This is gonna be a little useful.
(The camera fades out then back in to Syringe pulling up to Big L's drive way. Syringe steps out of the car and grabs the bag full of the goodies he aquired.)
Syringe: My man wants to feel big and pull a BNE. I'll show him what a real BNE is.
(Syringe walks up to the front door and with one swift kick knocks in the front door.)
Syringe: Welp, thats what happens when you don't ADT. He talks about wanting to keep his wife safe and anyone would just walk in. Anways lets get started...
(Syringe starts with the toliet paper and silly string dancing around spreading it everywhere. Having a good time it's quickly haulted by running out of silly string. He heads for the bag and pulls out an exacto-knife. He starts slashing everything from the carpets to the cushins. Slashing the curtins and carving nonsense in the walk. Then when gets bored with that he starts spray paint the whole place. Graffitiing the names he use to be ridiculed with in high school, "Fatass, Tub-o-lard, Bounce boy, Jelly rolls, Pie man.")
Syringe: Now, thats how you **** up someone's home. Now get this **** outta my face.
(Syringe mean mugs the camera and it fades out.)
Syringe: Ok, I'm gonna jump right into this. Big Lard, for you to run up in someone's home and violate there stuff like a ghetto kid from the hood whose looking for his drug money is just plain ignorant. I didn't disrespect your wife or your home. It just went from an intruction match to a personal grudge. You want to come into my home and trash my house? What were you doing outside anyways? Playing Harriet the spy? Well, let me tell you I spy with my little eye some punk bitch who still thinks he's being picked on in high school. You sound like a skipping CD man. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT" sounds like what you'd say right before you'd rub your eyes in tears and say this famous line "screw you guys I'm going home" because someone told you to put down the fork and step away from their lunch. Oh, and if you find out I'm "slanging" you, you're gonna "destroy me in the next centry." Maybe in the next centry, but this is now. "Fool" the only think you're destroying is a buffet line.
(Syringe walks past a bum on the sidewalk with sign that says, "Pennies, nickles, dimes! Help me support this habit of mine." Syringe stops and looks at him.)
Syringe: Hey let me get a sip of that bottle of whiskey over there!
(The homeless guy excited looks around for this bottle of whiskey. Mean while Syringe snags the cup of change the homeless guy had.)
Homeless Man: HEY HEY THERE'S NO DAMN WHISKEY AND GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY!
Syringe: Thanks I'll need this.
(Syringe rumages through the cup to get and idea of how much he has.)
Syringe: Ahh...hell there isn't even 2 dollars here.
(Syringe just tosses the coins into the street. Then you hear the homeless man mutter something.)
Homeless Man: You son of a bi...
(The homeless guy fades out to the abrupt sound of a bus driving by. The camera still following Syringe walks into a drug store on the corner.)
Syringe: It's nice to know you love your wife. I don't know why you warned her about stepping in **** though it's not like I laid your fat ass out on the side walk. Speaking of laying people out you being picked on man turned you into a bully yourself. Everyone that gives you a quick glance you want to beat up. Well, they only way to stop a bully is to stand up to a bully and I'm not backing down in the ring. I think you need some councling bro, because you seem to have anger issues. Here's some advice, trying taking your fat aggression out on tub of ice cream instead of trying to intimidate everyone. I understand your over weight insecurities man, but not everyone cares you bought stock in twinky bro. That really was some punk **** you pulled coming to my home. Atleast I'm man enough to keep my beef in the ring. Don't get excited I said beef I meant feud.
(While Syringe keeps going with the interview he grabs a few things inside the store. Stealing spray paint, silly string, and an exacto-knife. The camera then follows him to his car where he drives off. The camera then fades into him stopping at a park and raiding the porta potties for the toliet paper. He opens one potty and it's a little old lady squatting on the pot while holding her little dog. The old lady shreeks.)
Syringe: Oh, excuse me mam!
(Syringe says with excitment and sarcasm. He closes the door after giving her a quick wink. He heads to the next stall and grabs the rest of the toliet paper.)
Syringe: This is gonna be a little useful.
(The camera fades out then back in to Syringe pulling up to Big L's drive way. Syringe steps out of the car and grabs the bag full of the goodies he aquired.)
Syringe: My man wants to feel big and pull a BNE. I'll show him what a real BNE is.
(Syringe walks up to the front door and with one swift kick knocks in the front door.)
Syringe: Welp, thats what happens when you don't ADT. He talks about wanting to keep his wife safe and anyone would just walk in. Anways lets get started...
(Syringe starts with the toliet paper and silly string dancing around spreading it everywhere. Having a good time it's quickly haulted by running out of silly string. He heads for the bag and pulls out an exacto-knife. He starts slashing everything from the carpets to the cushins. Slashing the curtins and carving nonsense in the walk. Then when gets bored with that he starts spray paint the whole place. Graffitiing the names he use to be ridiculed with in high school, "Fatass, Tub-o-lard, Bounce boy, Jelly rolls, Pie man.")
Syringe: Now, thats how you **** up someone's home. Now get this **** outta my face.
(Syringe mean mugs the camera and it fades out.)