By Kevin “White Papa Chocolate” Scarbinksy
(AKA ‘K-Scar’)
What is happening players?
Players of bitches. Are you playing bitches? I am. I am White Poppa Chocolate. But you may pronounce me by the also-in-use moniker of K-Scar.
Yes yes you guys.
White Poppa Chocolate is playing bitches like these whores were not in fact bitches but were Playstation 3’s. Check out my suit. It is capable of aviation, yo. It has more buttons than a PS3 controller. It is whiter than bird defecations. Holler.
Do you play bitches like White Poppa Chocolate plays bitches? I imagine you do not.
Yo, to all of my canine mammals, what is occurring with your life at this exact moment in time?
Yes. Yes. Eternal damnation yes. For auto-biography y’all. For auto-biography.
Do you have knowledge of what I am vocalizing?
K-Scar is the man, have knowledge of what I am vocalizing.
Do you have affection for these whores? K-Scar does not. K-Scar does not have affection for these whores.
Yes yes you guys. Yes yes. K-Scar does not have affection for these whores, K-Scar is out of the entrance through which he came.
G’s up, H-I-J-K’s down. Yes yes you guys. Fornicate the bitch-ass alphabet. For auto-biography. Yes yes.
That is the topic I am currently talking about, bitches.
Man, did you African-Americans see the NFL Draft this weekend? What was the dealio with the University of Alabama not having anybody drafted, yo? That shit possessed all the necessary qualities of being whack!
Oh, what, do you mean to inform me you knew not one Alabama player would be drafted?
African-American please.
You have to admit, my canine mammals, that shit is quite humorous. Me and my Auburn University canine mammals thought that shit was quite humorous. For auto-biography y’all.
To all my Auburn-University-affiliated canine mammals:
Throw your hands towards the rapidly-deteriorating ozone layer. Bitches. And wave them as if you were not presently preoccupied with the trappings of life.
Now let me hear you clearly annunciate:
“There is not currently a party of the same quality as a K-Scar party, because a K-Scar party does not have a particular pre-arranged ending time!”
Holler! Yes yes you guys. Yes yes. Yes yes you guys. Yes yes. Holler. You must holler.
Holler at bitches! Tell bitches your needs at that particular moment while not merely speaking your needs but annunciating them in a much louder manner than is customary!
Yes yes!
To all of you Alabama supporters, K-Scar is going to relinquish his grip on explosive devices. Yes yes you guys. White Poppa Chocolate is going to drop explosive devices onto you.
K-Scar has written a tight trickle. It is quite close-fitting. It is called ”Hit ‘Em In The General Direction of North.”
Hey y’all, allow me to trickle. Y’all allow me to trickle.
An excerpt from K-Scar’s ”Hit ‘Em In the General Direction of North” :
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Yo, yo…
We are not melodiously annunciating ourselves,
we are in the possession of drama.
Copulate you and your fornicating-with-mothers mothers.
Now, when I initially annunciated myself, I told you it merely about Saban.
Then large amounts of humans had to annunciate their fornicating-with-mothers viewpoints.
Well here is how we are going to presently handle the situation:
Copulate Nick Saban,
Copulate Cecil Hurt,
Copulate the University of Alabama as a staff, university, and as a mother-fornicating organization of like-minded individuals.
And if you wish to associate yourself with the University of Alabama,
Then copulate you as well.
Julio Jones, copulate you as well.
All you mother-fornicators,
Copulate you as well.
All of you mother-fornicating copulators,
Copulate you, pass away at a leisurely pace, mother-fornicator.
My large bore .44 magnum cartridge firearm will ensure that all of your offspring will not increase in size at the expected rate of maturity.
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Yes yes you guys! That feces was the illegal-substance-known-as-marijuana you guys. That feces was the illegal-substance-known-as-marijuana.
My rhymes are close-fitting y’all.
My rhymes are not in good health. My rhymes are not in good health, y’all.
You have to admit, my rhymes are capable of aviation.
Now throw your palms into the fornicating-with-mothers ozone layer, and gyrate them as if you are not preoccupied about the Earth’s supply of oxygen!
Hey yo, have knowledge of what I am vocalizing, K-Scar is the man, have knowledge of what I am vocalizing.
White Poppa Chocolate gets all the vaginal intercourse. For auto-biography.
White Poppa Chocolate has recently purchased a coat made entirely of mammals. Yes yes you guys. K-Scar is a person who exploits female prostitutes for his own corrupt financial gain.
This weekend, White Poppa Chocolate is going locate some vaginal intercourse. Have knowledge of what I’m vocalizing?
Yes. Eternal-damnation yes.
For auto-biography y'all,
Kevin "White Poppa Chocolate" Scarbinsky
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