Post by Reckoning on Oct 4, 2007 18:32:10 GMT -6
*Bullets sound out in a packed open concert area. The bullets keep sounding until Reckoning comes running out in the crowd with a mic pretending to run from the bullet sounds. He jumps up on the stage slapping the hands of his fans on his way up a beat plays sounding with bullets through out. Reckoning nods his head to it and smiles out to his many fans.*
Reckoning:
CHICAGO! MY ARMY! GET READY TO STRIKE!
You low life pieces of s*** and successes alike!
It's time to stand up behind your king!
Sharp shooters can do their thing!
Time to shoot out the lights of all the haters!
Be the world's biggest hit list devastators!
Shoot a certain gang leader in the head,
Shoot him twice so we know he's dead.
**** it, I just shot number three,
Now his crew is after me,
So rise up my mother****ing ARMY!
*The crowd yells his name as he raps. He feeds on the crowd's adrenaline running around dancing on the stage.*
Reckoning:
My army is full of nobodies, low-lifes and misfits,
Rap stars, movie stars, and wanna be Limp Biskits.
I know we aint the greatest or the grandest,
But we all succeed when we try our damnedest.
We all own the spot, especially after this record drops!
I'm the true white gangsta, and this white boy's got hops,
'Cause when it comes to charts I'm jumping to the tops!
[CHORUS x3]
My army with guns ready to fire,
We leave you bitches wantin' to retire.
We won't hesitate to shoot,
And all the bitches think we cute.
We rock the spot like Shaq rocks the paint,
We all the hottest thing the rest of you aint.
This army is huntin' for Diamondz in The Rough,
Found one! One shot two shot aint enough,
Three shot fo' shot, five shots still firin' tough!
Ha ha, I know he's got some ****in' sniper,
'Cause we the most controversial thing since Roddy Piper.
I'm so x rated, as demonstrated
Simply the most underrated.
America's Most Wanted and Diamondz' most hated!
I'm the most ****ed up thing that satan created!
Shady said nothin' was better than those purple pills,
But he's wrong, theres nothin' better thane these thrills.
I come on the mic and when I'm done I leave it broken,
No truer words have ever been spoken.
I own the east and west coasts, and even the south,
Nobody can believe the words comin outta my mouth.
“Oh ****” said Diamondz, “here comes Reckoning's soldiers!”
“Cover your head, your chest, and even your shoulders!”
That's right, I aim for the head and fire the .45,
It aint hit yet? Just give it 5 seconds to arrive!
Go through your chest like fat boys go through cake,
You better know how to duck, your life is at stake!
This army is crazy, ****ing loco, a.k.a insane,
Greater than Ortega, Anthony and Spike Kane.
This is MY mother****ing empire,
Full of nothing but passion and desire!
BAM! I just went and shot out the warning,
It hit somebody, he won't be up in the morning.
March to this **** my army!
[CHORUS x3]
My army with guns ready to fire,
We leave you bitches wantin' to retire.
We won't hesitate to shoot,
And all the bitches think we cute.
We rock the spot like Shaq rocks the paint,
We all the hottest thing the rest of you aint.
This army is huntin' for Diamondz in The Rough,
Found one! One shot two shot aint enough,
Three shot fo' shot, five shots still firin' tough!
*The crowd is going wild for Reckoning as the beat stops he runs around slapping hands, holding on to his pants. He smiles at the crowd. He takes off a shirt and tosses it out to the crowd. He smiles as a woman catches it and screams. Reckoning presses his lips back up against the microphone that is marked with the logo of D12.*
Reckoning: Yo CHICAGO!
*The crowd cheers loudly*
Reckoning: Are we ready to get this **** started or what?
*The crowd once again pops for Reckoning*
Reckoning: Aight, aight, aight, then let's get this rollin'! First off, I gotta give a shout out to Danny Vice and Christian Kane. I just wanted to say a little something to y'all!
*Reckoning sticks the middle fingers up and the crowd gets to a deafening level. Reckoning nods and smiles as another, slower beat starts to play. It has a small jazz incorporation, with a lot of hip-hop inspired record scratches. Reckoning looks out to the crowd with intensity in his eyes.*
Reckoning:
Well, guess who is on the mic for the very first time,
The moment the kids been waiting for since his very first rhyme.
He thought of this when he did his very first crime.
He never thought he'd make it to the top of the charts,
When he was working at his local Super Mart.
But now he's on top of the charts,
Which pays better than pushing carts.
Some say he makes his money in mysterious ways,
But to him doesn't matter as long as it ****ing pays.
He'll shoot an old lady to get a dollar bill,
Or he'll be a hired gun and shoot to kill.
He grew up with nothing,
Now he blew up with something.
He took his life from being a hood rat,
To being hugely fat ****ing stacked.
He's not gonna outbid Bill Gates,
But at least he can wrestle and rap with the greats.
This is this kid's dream,
The Chronicles of Blood Sweat And Tears!
[CHORUS x4]
The Chronicles Of Blood Sweat And Tears!
Full of drug dealers and drunken beers!
An average story of rags to riches,
To dating all the women from smacking them bitches.
This kid has had a hard life,
The kid was even scarred with a knife.
But he still came out strong,
And he wrote his biography inside this song.
He grew up deprived, that's where he derived,
But he's a tough mother****er, he still survived.
**** this 3rd person ****, it's getting' on my nerves,
Yeah, my life did have twists and turns and curves!
But do you think I ****ing care?
No, I'm still standing here!
I got stabbed once when I was fourteen,
But I still stayed just as ****ing obscene!
This is my personality, love it or hate it's just me!
The mother****ing White Gangsta, THE R-E to the C!
[CHORUS x4]
The Chronicles Of Blood Sweat And Tears!
Full of drug dealers and drunken beers!
An average story of rags to riches,
To dating all the women from smacking them bitches.
This kid has had a hard life,
The kid was even scarred with a knife.
But he still came out strong,
And he wrote his biography inside this song.
He grew up deprived, that's where he derived,
But he's a tough mother****er, he still survived.
YEAH CHICAGO PUT YOUR MOTHER****ING HANDS UP IN THE AIR!
*The crowd obliges as the beat stops. They cheer madly for his rapping, and the women swoon as he takes a towel out from his back pocket and wipes off the sweat on his body. He picks up a 40 ounce bottle of beer and cracks it open and chugs some of it down. He smiles to a woman in the front stage who is only seen from the back holding up her shirt jumping up and down. Reckoning looks at her breasts, obviously somewhat 'intrigued'. He stands there looking and grasping the bottle. He laughs and pours some of the drink on her chest. She smiles and opens her mouth, trying to catch some of the beer. He presses the mic back up to his lips and begins to speak.*
Reckoning: Aight guys, time to cut one of my famous promos on these bitches named Danny Vice and Christian Kane. The first guy is nothing but an all talk, low-life piece of **** has been! He calls himself a vagrant! The only thing in that ****ing word that describes him is VAG!
*The crowd laughs and cheers Reckoning on.*
Reckoning: I mean Danny has more of a beat up pussy than Britney Spears! I mean damn, he must've gotten pounded by K-Fed too! Oh, and speaking of K-Fed, I don't give a **** where his ****ing after party is. I'm hosting my own ****ing party down in Chi-town mother****er!
*The crowd pops loudly for Reckoning, and he smiles, but immediately returns to the intense look shortly after.*
Reckoning: Come to Chicago since you respect it so much, but I'll warn you Vice, MY army doesn't show respect for people like you, who think they can come into any ****ing place they want to and become the top ****ing dog. Well I've got news for you; YOU HAVE NO CARREER IN nCw! I have made a name for myself by being the notorious white rapper from Chicago. I've spit a few rhymes, I've cracked a few jaws, but more importantly I've EARNED every single dime I've gotten from this company! And I'll be damn sure to erase your name completely off of the nCw roster! And speaking of no-names we come to the retarded side of the Kane family tree. The ugly stick if you will. The only way I can remember this faggot's name is by the name he shares with Spike Kane. Now, I don't respect Spike personally, but he's one hell of a wrestler, that's for damn sure! But apparently, that could only be passed through one piece of sperm, and not from a broken condom!
*The crowd laughs and applauds deafeningly loud for Reckoning.*
Reckoning: Yo, calm down, this guy aint nothin' to get excited over. He's lost more times than the Oakland Raiders! Oh, and by the way, GO BEARS!
*The crowd pops for the mention of the football team. Reckoning nods and smiles.*
Reckoning: What do y'all say we get on with the show? This next song I want you all to sing along with!
*The crowd cheers as the beat plays to the now Internet famous song It's Me.*
Reckoning:
Yo bitches, it's your boy here,
The man who drives so much fear.
They say don't fear nothing but fear itself,
Well, I guess I'm fear, 'cause I made Ricky J s*** himself!
This is simply, the mic owner,
Your average loner.
Not many friends, not much family at all,
But he stills walks down Chicago standing tall.
He shot at a bitch, went to jail for a while,
To this day nobody can imitate his style.
He raps like a madman, but he aint Jack Manson,
He knows he gives ass kickings, while dancin'.
*He puts the mic out to the crowd to sing along and they shout out the lyrics to the chorus*
Reckoning:
He's a got a style all his own,
His skills are clearly shown.
He tears up and burns that mic,
Killing rappers and wrestlers alike.
He's got a flow,
So that you know,
It's him yo.
No doubt he's a man of revolution,
**** up a faction, like Ric Flair in evolution.
He's a got a style all his own,
His skills are clearly shown.
He tears up and burns that mic,
Killing rappers and wrestlers alike.
He's got a flow,
So that you know,
It's him yo.
No doubt he's a man of revolution,
**** up a faction, like Ric Flair in Evolution.
*Reckoning presses the mic back up to his own lips.*
He's a master disaster,
The one the police are after.
Has the fans jumpin' off the rafters!
He's just one highlight after another, then another,
He'll **** your mother and make you have a gay brother.
He's gonna kill a guy named Dr. Pepper, not the drink,
You may think he's gay, but it's not what you think.
Just because he ****s a trannie,
Doesn't mean he ****s a man gee.
Though we haven't checked which rest room his girlfriend uses,
When we ask her what doctor gave her a sex change she refuses.
*He puts the mic back out to the crowd and pulls it back and forth for the last chorus of the song.*
Reckoning:
He's a got a style all his own,
His skills are clearly shown.
He tears up and burns that mic,
Killing rappers and wrestlers alike.
He's got a flow,
So that you know,
It's him yo.
No doubt he's a man of revolution,
**** up a faction, like Ric Flair in evolution.
That man is ME!
The R-E-C-K! Mofos! HA HA!
*Reckoning puts the microphone back to his lips as he smiles at the anxious crowd as the beat fades away. The crowd is still buzzing with energy, as Reckoning picks up his 40 Oz. And chugs it down completely. He gets no time to breathe as another beat plays, to that of Crew. He shatters the bottle over his head as the beat starts to bounce. He tosses what's left of the large bottle to the ground, breaking the rest of it.*
Reckoning:
The debut of the R-E-C-K is here today,
And y'all haters better get the hell out his way.
He will **** you up, stab you with a knife,
End y'all mother****ers pathetic life.
This is the debut of the biggest and baddest gangsta,
Makin' 50 Cent, Kuniva, and Tupac look like wankstas!
I bump through the club , poppin' the shoulder doin' the pimp strut,
Come in without nobody on my arm but I'll be leaving with your slut!
I strive for the first,
Derive from the worst.
I strive for the best,
I hate the west.
**** all the rest!
I'm not your average gangsta, I aint a blood or a crip,
But that don't stop me from poppin' open your lip.
I crush you chumps like I crush ice with a sledge hammer,
I can't do that s*** no more, with already 5 years in the slammer.
I'm sick of those walls,
But at least I've got the BALLS, to admit,
That I did shoot a bitch!
His name was Crew, and Crew got cut,
I was the one to carve out his gut.
You see you don't never wanna **** with ME,
I'll kick your ass like my name is ****ing Bruce Lee!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
You bitches try and step, let's see you step,
I'll **** up your face, and destroy your rep.
I've been working my ass off so long, you can see the sweat glistening,
I get on this mic and it's guaranteed the whole ****ing world is listening!
I could say **** this crunk beat, and just go acapella,
Then go out and shoot some ****ers like I'm a good fella!
You know I'm better than Em,
G-Unit too, I'm better than all of them.
Screw you if you bitches is hatin',
Y'all can't rap, so I'm demonstratin'!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
This was made the day before my show,
So I've gotta talk about it yo.
nCw extreme title gonna look good on my waist,
Leavin' Dr. Pepper beaten bloody and disgraced.
I know he can wrestle well,
But I'm taking him to hell!
And maybe even come back with him if he's lucky,
But I take him back again like the seed of ****ing Chucky!
Oh s***, look at this, the 5 minute mark,
Looks like my rap just has some sorta spark.
Rock stars like to say I aint able,
Sayin' this song must be a fable.
It aint a fable, so wake the **** up and know your role,
And jack off to a porno with Seacrest and Michael Cole!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
Representin' Chi-town MOTHA****AS!
*The crowd goes wild as Reckoning takes a bow. He presses the mic back to his lips as he pants from the rigorous concert.*
Reckoning: Yo Chicago, you know I show you nothing but love. You're my ****ed up family, and I'm happy to be your ****ed up king! I love you Chi-town!
*The crowd cheers louder then ever and Reckoning bows once more. He jumps down into the crowd where the woman was showing him her breasts.*
Reckoning: Let me get your number, so I can do a little more with those.
*The woman screams to her 2 friends and frantically grabs paper from her small purse and writes it down. She hands it to Reckoning and he smiles and puts it in his front pocket. Reckoning runs through the crowd once more, clapping all the hands of his fans before jumping back on stage and going through the black curtain with the D12 logo on it. Ty, Eminem, Bizarre, Kuniva, and Kon Artis stand smiling. Eminem walks up to Reckoning and puts his fist out. Reckoning nods and does the pound with Marshall. Ty is still wearing the same clothes, the black shirt with White Gangsta on the front, signed by Reckoning and a pair of faded blue jeans. Kuniva is wearing a baggy Chicago Bears jersey, with his name printed on the back. Bizarre is wearing no shirt, just black jeans and his signature shower cap. Eminem stands staring at Reckoning, with a pure black D12 basketball style jersey with Slim Shady on the back in arched lettering. He also has a black baseball cap on, with a graffiti-like name tag that says “MY NAME IS: SLIM SHADY” *
Eminem: You know, back in Detroit when Proof was killed, I looked in the mirror wondering why I still rap. Now I remember why. Seeing you pump the crowd up, leaving them buzzing, makes me want to keep rapping for the rest of my life.
Reckoning: Yo man, thanks, you were one of my idols growing up, because you pretty much lived alone like I did.
Eminem: Yeah, my dad straight up left, and my mom....
Reckoning: “Does more dope than I do.”
Eminem: Ha ha, yeah. Man, you owned it out there.
Reckoning: Thanks man, my sweat is ****ing pouring though!
*Kuniva comes over and does the pound and Kon Artis follows after, doing the same. Bizarre comes over and pats Reckoning on the shoulder.*
Kuniva: Hell yeah, I remember my first show, it was nothing but my rapping and my sweat.
Kon Artis: Same here, but I had a little blood on my right eye, from a fight before the show.
*Everybody laughs. Ty shyly walks over, and joins the conversation.*
Ty: I never thought a day like this would ever come. I got to meet some of the most famous superstars in the rap business, I'm still amazed. I'm really inspired to rap now.
Reckoning: Yeah, just make sure not to sell your soul to....
*Out of nowhere a door opens wide and 50 Cent comes out in his signature bullet-proof vest and white t-shirt. He has black jeans with G-Unit printed on the back.*
50 Cent: This rap game, this rap game! Ha ha! What's up y'all, we ready to get this show ****ing started?
Eminem: There goes the ****ing neighborhood! Where were you Fiddy?
50 Cent: Watching this kid, and I gotta say I liked what I saw. I want you to take that record, and have me on it.
Reckoning: Holy ****! Fiddy, thanks man!
50 Cent: ****, I'm the one getting the fame, you're more ****ing popular than me!
Reckoning: Now that one I don't know about man.
*50 Cent comes over and slaps Reckoning's hand and pulls him in, hitting shoulders. He goes around and does the same to Ty, Eminem, Kuniva, and Kon Artis.*
Reckoning: So yo, what songs are you guys singing?
Bizarre: Purple Pills, 40 Ounce, Rap Game, Fight Music and some other songs. You should stick around for the show man, it's free for you and Ty obviously. You can take a few tips from me....
Eminem: The fat black bastard!
*Everybody laughs.*
Reckoning: Yo guys, I'll be right back, I gotta go grab a Red Bull or some ****.
Eminem: Aight man, we'll be doing the show, so peace dawg!
*Reckoning goes around slapping hands with everyone. Reckoning walks out of the door and makes his way to the concession stand. Out of nowhere a man comes up from behind him and points a gun to his head. Reckoning looks over but the man makes him turn back around.*
: Come with me or I blow your ****ing brains out!
*Reckoning obliges, thinking what he could do. He gets shoved into an SUV, and it speeds away as the man jumps in. The light conceals their identity, and it's impossible to make out their black clothing. The man keeps the gun pointed to Reckoning. Suddenly a man turns around, but before you can see his face the camera fades away to black.*
Reckoning:
CHICAGO! MY ARMY! GET READY TO STRIKE!
You low life pieces of s*** and successes alike!
It's time to stand up behind your king!
Sharp shooters can do their thing!
Time to shoot out the lights of all the haters!
Be the world's biggest hit list devastators!
Shoot a certain gang leader in the head,
Shoot him twice so we know he's dead.
**** it, I just shot number three,
Now his crew is after me,
So rise up my mother****ing ARMY!
*The crowd yells his name as he raps. He feeds on the crowd's adrenaline running around dancing on the stage.*
Reckoning:
My army is full of nobodies, low-lifes and misfits,
Rap stars, movie stars, and wanna be Limp Biskits.
I know we aint the greatest or the grandest,
But we all succeed when we try our damnedest.
We all own the spot, especially after this record drops!
I'm the true white gangsta, and this white boy's got hops,
'Cause when it comes to charts I'm jumping to the tops!
[CHORUS x3]
My army with guns ready to fire,
We leave you bitches wantin' to retire.
We won't hesitate to shoot,
And all the bitches think we cute.
We rock the spot like Shaq rocks the paint,
We all the hottest thing the rest of you aint.
This army is huntin' for Diamondz in The Rough,
Found one! One shot two shot aint enough,
Three shot fo' shot, five shots still firin' tough!
Ha ha, I know he's got some ****in' sniper,
'Cause we the most controversial thing since Roddy Piper.
I'm so x rated, as demonstrated
Simply the most underrated.
America's Most Wanted and Diamondz' most hated!
I'm the most ****ed up thing that satan created!
Shady said nothin' was better than those purple pills,
But he's wrong, theres nothin' better thane these thrills.
I come on the mic and when I'm done I leave it broken,
No truer words have ever been spoken.
I own the east and west coasts, and even the south,
Nobody can believe the words comin outta my mouth.
“Oh ****” said Diamondz, “here comes Reckoning's soldiers!”
“Cover your head, your chest, and even your shoulders!”
That's right, I aim for the head and fire the .45,
It aint hit yet? Just give it 5 seconds to arrive!
Go through your chest like fat boys go through cake,
You better know how to duck, your life is at stake!
This army is crazy, ****ing loco, a.k.a insane,
Greater than Ortega, Anthony and Spike Kane.
This is MY mother****ing empire,
Full of nothing but passion and desire!
BAM! I just went and shot out the warning,
It hit somebody, he won't be up in the morning.
March to this **** my army!
[CHORUS x3]
My army with guns ready to fire,
We leave you bitches wantin' to retire.
We won't hesitate to shoot,
And all the bitches think we cute.
We rock the spot like Shaq rocks the paint,
We all the hottest thing the rest of you aint.
This army is huntin' for Diamondz in The Rough,
Found one! One shot two shot aint enough,
Three shot fo' shot, five shots still firin' tough!
*The crowd is going wild for Reckoning as the beat stops he runs around slapping hands, holding on to his pants. He smiles at the crowd. He takes off a shirt and tosses it out to the crowd. He smiles as a woman catches it and screams. Reckoning presses his lips back up against the microphone that is marked with the logo of D12.*
Reckoning: Yo CHICAGO!
*The crowd cheers loudly*
Reckoning: Are we ready to get this **** started or what?
*The crowd once again pops for Reckoning*
Reckoning: Aight, aight, aight, then let's get this rollin'! First off, I gotta give a shout out to Danny Vice and Christian Kane. I just wanted to say a little something to y'all!
*Reckoning sticks the middle fingers up and the crowd gets to a deafening level. Reckoning nods and smiles as another, slower beat starts to play. It has a small jazz incorporation, with a lot of hip-hop inspired record scratches. Reckoning looks out to the crowd with intensity in his eyes.*
Reckoning:
Well, guess who is on the mic for the very first time,
The moment the kids been waiting for since his very first rhyme.
He thought of this when he did his very first crime.
He never thought he'd make it to the top of the charts,
When he was working at his local Super Mart.
But now he's on top of the charts,
Which pays better than pushing carts.
Some say he makes his money in mysterious ways,
But to him doesn't matter as long as it ****ing pays.
He'll shoot an old lady to get a dollar bill,
Or he'll be a hired gun and shoot to kill.
He grew up with nothing,
Now he blew up with something.
He took his life from being a hood rat,
To being hugely fat ****ing stacked.
He's not gonna outbid Bill Gates,
But at least he can wrestle and rap with the greats.
This is this kid's dream,
The Chronicles of Blood Sweat And Tears!
[CHORUS x4]
The Chronicles Of Blood Sweat And Tears!
Full of drug dealers and drunken beers!
An average story of rags to riches,
To dating all the women from smacking them bitches.
This kid has had a hard life,
The kid was even scarred with a knife.
But he still came out strong,
And he wrote his biography inside this song.
He grew up deprived, that's where he derived,
But he's a tough mother****er, he still survived.
**** this 3rd person ****, it's getting' on my nerves,
Yeah, my life did have twists and turns and curves!
But do you think I ****ing care?
No, I'm still standing here!
I got stabbed once when I was fourteen,
But I still stayed just as ****ing obscene!
This is my personality, love it or hate it's just me!
The mother****ing White Gangsta, THE R-E to the C!
[CHORUS x4]
The Chronicles Of Blood Sweat And Tears!
Full of drug dealers and drunken beers!
An average story of rags to riches,
To dating all the women from smacking them bitches.
This kid has had a hard life,
The kid was even scarred with a knife.
But he still came out strong,
And he wrote his biography inside this song.
He grew up deprived, that's where he derived,
But he's a tough mother****er, he still survived.
YEAH CHICAGO PUT YOUR MOTHER****ING HANDS UP IN THE AIR!
*The crowd obliges as the beat stops. They cheer madly for his rapping, and the women swoon as he takes a towel out from his back pocket and wipes off the sweat on his body. He picks up a 40 ounce bottle of beer and cracks it open and chugs some of it down. He smiles to a woman in the front stage who is only seen from the back holding up her shirt jumping up and down. Reckoning looks at her breasts, obviously somewhat 'intrigued'. He stands there looking and grasping the bottle. He laughs and pours some of the drink on her chest. She smiles and opens her mouth, trying to catch some of the beer. He presses the mic back up to his lips and begins to speak.*
Reckoning: Aight guys, time to cut one of my famous promos on these bitches named Danny Vice and Christian Kane. The first guy is nothing but an all talk, low-life piece of **** has been! He calls himself a vagrant! The only thing in that ****ing word that describes him is VAG!
*The crowd laughs and cheers Reckoning on.*
Reckoning: I mean Danny has more of a beat up pussy than Britney Spears! I mean damn, he must've gotten pounded by K-Fed too! Oh, and speaking of K-Fed, I don't give a **** where his ****ing after party is. I'm hosting my own ****ing party down in Chi-town mother****er!
*The crowd pops loudly for Reckoning, and he smiles, but immediately returns to the intense look shortly after.*
Reckoning: Come to Chicago since you respect it so much, but I'll warn you Vice, MY army doesn't show respect for people like you, who think they can come into any ****ing place they want to and become the top ****ing dog. Well I've got news for you; YOU HAVE NO CARREER IN nCw! I have made a name for myself by being the notorious white rapper from Chicago. I've spit a few rhymes, I've cracked a few jaws, but more importantly I've EARNED every single dime I've gotten from this company! And I'll be damn sure to erase your name completely off of the nCw roster! And speaking of no-names we come to the retarded side of the Kane family tree. The ugly stick if you will. The only way I can remember this faggot's name is by the name he shares with Spike Kane. Now, I don't respect Spike personally, but he's one hell of a wrestler, that's for damn sure! But apparently, that could only be passed through one piece of sperm, and not from a broken condom!
*The crowd laughs and applauds deafeningly loud for Reckoning.*
Reckoning: Yo, calm down, this guy aint nothin' to get excited over. He's lost more times than the Oakland Raiders! Oh, and by the way, GO BEARS!
*The crowd pops for the mention of the football team. Reckoning nods and smiles.*
Reckoning: What do y'all say we get on with the show? This next song I want you all to sing along with!
*The crowd cheers as the beat plays to the now Internet famous song It's Me.*
Reckoning:
Yo bitches, it's your boy here,
The man who drives so much fear.
They say don't fear nothing but fear itself,
Well, I guess I'm fear, 'cause I made Ricky J s*** himself!
This is simply, the mic owner,
Your average loner.
Not many friends, not much family at all,
But he stills walks down Chicago standing tall.
He shot at a bitch, went to jail for a while,
To this day nobody can imitate his style.
He raps like a madman, but he aint Jack Manson,
He knows he gives ass kickings, while dancin'.
*He puts the mic out to the crowd to sing along and they shout out the lyrics to the chorus*
Reckoning:
He's a got a style all his own,
His skills are clearly shown.
He tears up and burns that mic,
Killing rappers and wrestlers alike.
He's got a flow,
So that you know,
It's him yo.
No doubt he's a man of revolution,
**** up a faction, like Ric Flair in evolution.
He's a got a style all his own,
His skills are clearly shown.
He tears up and burns that mic,
Killing rappers and wrestlers alike.
He's got a flow,
So that you know,
It's him yo.
No doubt he's a man of revolution,
**** up a faction, like Ric Flair in Evolution.
*Reckoning presses the mic back up to his own lips.*
He's a master disaster,
The one the police are after.
Has the fans jumpin' off the rafters!
He's just one highlight after another, then another,
He'll **** your mother and make you have a gay brother.
He's gonna kill a guy named Dr. Pepper, not the drink,
You may think he's gay, but it's not what you think.
Just because he ****s a trannie,
Doesn't mean he ****s a man gee.
Though we haven't checked which rest room his girlfriend uses,
When we ask her what doctor gave her a sex change she refuses.
*He puts the mic back out to the crowd and pulls it back and forth for the last chorus of the song.*
Reckoning:
He's a got a style all his own,
His skills are clearly shown.
He tears up and burns that mic,
Killing rappers and wrestlers alike.
He's got a flow,
So that you know,
It's him yo.
No doubt he's a man of revolution,
**** up a faction, like Ric Flair in evolution.
That man is ME!
The R-E-C-K! Mofos! HA HA!
*Reckoning puts the microphone back to his lips as he smiles at the anxious crowd as the beat fades away. The crowd is still buzzing with energy, as Reckoning picks up his 40 Oz. And chugs it down completely. He gets no time to breathe as another beat plays, to that of Crew. He shatters the bottle over his head as the beat starts to bounce. He tosses what's left of the large bottle to the ground, breaking the rest of it.*
Reckoning:
The debut of the R-E-C-K is here today,
And y'all haters better get the hell out his way.
He will **** you up, stab you with a knife,
End y'all mother****ers pathetic life.
This is the debut of the biggest and baddest gangsta,
Makin' 50 Cent, Kuniva, and Tupac look like wankstas!
I bump through the club , poppin' the shoulder doin' the pimp strut,
Come in without nobody on my arm but I'll be leaving with your slut!
I strive for the first,
Derive from the worst.
I strive for the best,
I hate the west.
**** all the rest!
I'm not your average gangsta, I aint a blood or a crip,
But that don't stop me from poppin' open your lip.
I crush you chumps like I crush ice with a sledge hammer,
I can't do that s*** no more, with already 5 years in the slammer.
I'm sick of those walls,
But at least I've got the BALLS, to admit,
That I did shoot a bitch!
His name was Crew, and Crew got cut,
I was the one to carve out his gut.
You see you don't never wanna **** with ME,
I'll kick your ass like my name is ****ing Bruce Lee!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
You bitches try and step, let's see you step,
I'll **** up your face, and destroy your rep.
I've been working my ass off so long, you can see the sweat glistening,
I get on this mic and it's guaranteed the whole ****ing world is listening!
I could say **** this crunk beat, and just go acapella,
Then go out and shoot some ****ers like I'm a good fella!
You know I'm better than Em,
G-Unit too, I'm better than all of them.
Screw you if you bitches is hatin',
Y'all can't rap, so I'm demonstratin'!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
This was made the day before my show,
So I've gotta talk about it yo.
nCw extreme title gonna look good on my waist,
Leavin' Dr. Pepper beaten bloody and disgraced.
I know he can wrestle well,
But I'm taking him to hell!
And maybe even come back with him if he's lucky,
But I take him back again like the seed of ****ing Chucky!
Oh s***, look at this, the 5 minute mark,
Looks like my rap just has some sorta spark.
Rock stars like to say I aint able,
Sayin' this song must be a fable.
It aint a fable, so wake the **** up and know your role,
And jack off to a porno with Seacrest and Michael Cole!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
I just go through your crew,
Y'all know it's true,
One bullet will due,
3 homies it'll go through!
Gimme me more, a few,
I'll end all of you!
Representin' Chi-town MOTHA****AS!
*The crowd goes wild as Reckoning takes a bow. He presses the mic back to his lips as he pants from the rigorous concert.*
Reckoning: Yo Chicago, you know I show you nothing but love. You're my ****ed up family, and I'm happy to be your ****ed up king! I love you Chi-town!
*The crowd cheers louder then ever and Reckoning bows once more. He jumps down into the crowd where the woman was showing him her breasts.*
Reckoning: Let me get your number, so I can do a little more with those.
*The woman screams to her 2 friends and frantically grabs paper from her small purse and writes it down. She hands it to Reckoning and he smiles and puts it in his front pocket. Reckoning runs through the crowd once more, clapping all the hands of his fans before jumping back on stage and going through the black curtain with the D12 logo on it. Ty, Eminem, Bizarre, Kuniva, and Kon Artis stand smiling. Eminem walks up to Reckoning and puts his fist out. Reckoning nods and does the pound with Marshall. Ty is still wearing the same clothes, the black shirt with White Gangsta on the front, signed by Reckoning and a pair of faded blue jeans. Kuniva is wearing a baggy Chicago Bears jersey, with his name printed on the back. Bizarre is wearing no shirt, just black jeans and his signature shower cap. Eminem stands staring at Reckoning, with a pure black D12 basketball style jersey with Slim Shady on the back in arched lettering. He also has a black baseball cap on, with a graffiti-like name tag that says “MY NAME IS: SLIM SHADY” *
Eminem: You know, back in Detroit when Proof was killed, I looked in the mirror wondering why I still rap. Now I remember why. Seeing you pump the crowd up, leaving them buzzing, makes me want to keep rapping for the rest of my life.
Reckoning: Yo man, thanks, you were one of my idols growing up, because you pretty much lived alone like I did.
Eminem: Yeah, my dad straight up left, and my mom....
Reckoning: “Does more dope than I do.”
Eminem: Ha ha, yeah. Man, you owned it out there.
Reckoning: Thanks man, my sweat is ****ing pouring though!
*Kuniva comes over and does the pound and Kon Artis follows after, doing the same. Bizarre comes over and pats Reckoning on the shoulder.*
Kuniva: Hell yeah, I remember my first show, it was nothing but my rapping and my sweat.
Kon Artis: Same here, but I had a little blood on my right eye, from a fight before the show.
*Everybody laughs. Ty shyly walks over, and joins the conversation.*
Ty: I never thought a day like this would ever come. I got to meet some of the most famous superstars in the rap business, I'm still amazed. I'm really inspired to rap now.
Reckoning: Yeah, just make sure not to sell your soul to....
*Out of nowhere a door opens wide and 50 Cent comes out in his signature bullet-proof vest and white t-shirt. He has black jeans with G-Unit printed on the back.*
50 Cent: This rap game, this rap game! Ha ha! What's up y'all, we ready to get this show ****ing started?
Eminem: There goes the ****ing neighborhood! Where were you Fiddy?
50 Cent: Watching this kid, and I gotta say I liked what I saw. I want you to take that record, and have me on it.
Reckoning: Holy ****! Fiddy, thanks man!
50 Cent: ****, I'm the one getting the fame, you're more ****ing popular than me!
Reckoning: Now that one I don't know about man.
*50 Cent comes over and slaps Reckoning's hand and pulls him in, hitting shoulders. He goes around and does the same to Ty, Eminem, Kuniva, and Kon Artis.*
Reckoning: So yo, what songs are you guys singing?
Bizarre: Purple Pills, 40 Ounce, Rap Game, Fight Music and some other songs. You should stick around for the show man, it's free for you and Ty obviously. You can take a few tips from me....
Eminem: The fat black bastard!
*Everybody laughs.*
Reckoning: Yo guys, I'll be right back, I gotta go grab a Red Bull or some ****.
Eminem: Aight man, we'll be doing the show, so peace dawg!
*Reckoning goes around slapping hands with everyone. Reckoning walks out of the door and makes his way to the concession stand. Out of nowhere a man comes up from behind him and points a gun to his head. Reckoning looks over but the man makes him turn back around.*
: Come with me or I blow your ****ing brains out!
*Reckoning obliges, thinking what he could do. He gets shoved into an SUV, and it speeds away as the man jumps in. The light conceals their identity, and it's impossible to make out their black clothing. The man keeps the gun pointed to Reckoning. Suddenly a man turns around, but before you can see his face the camera fades away to black.*