Anon drops out of the sky

by The Lunar Toaster

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Human, Alternate Universe, Drama, Comedy
Length: 5331

So Anon was cliche-ely dropped into the Equestrination. What'll he do?

Anon finds himself in a pastel world with talking horses. He's kinda a dick aswell, not to mention he's immature as hell too. Ponies + Asshat = ???

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-08 06:58:23 UTC

Wheee!

Anon wz doin wot evry Anon does, bn boring, & browsing a site caL '4chan'. It felt lIk he c%d rly b a douche of d centRe on DIS site. Hs scrEn nAm wz normally 'sage', bt dat doesn't m@R rght nw. He wz sitN @ Hs computer, doin Hs usual bullshitting, wen a straNg post comes ^. He's on /mlp/ & it references directly towards him. He, bn 1 of curiosity, he reads d post. It's pritE werd t%.

dEr Anon Y. Mous, (i.e "Sage")

I hav a propositN 2 mAk 4 U. Knowing dat U browse dEz boards a lot, I suspect dat U wiL c DIS. Now, only U cn c DIS msg. straNg right? I spos so t%. It's almost... Unreal, so 2 spk. Now, bak 2 wot I wz saying. I wiL GIV U DIS 1 chaNc 2 do somTIN w yor Lyf insted of shitposting on dEz boards. aL U hav 2 2 do reply, & you'll b fiN.

"How duz DIS guy knO my name?" He askd himsLf. He clicked rply & started typing.

k, what do U wnt me 2 do?

He smiled @ Hs purposefully pOr grammar. usu doin things lIk dat cn mAk things go 1 way o NothA.  d 'refresh' counter hit 0, & NothA post came ^ onto Hs scrEn.

First, uz propR grammar. I knO damn weL you're capable of such things, U wiL ruin yor chaNc f U do yor normL things.

Second, I knO wot you're doing, & wen you're goin 2 it.

Now DIS had Anon 1dering. He thN st%d ^ & flipped Evrywhr n d r%m off w Hs customary 'fuck U fingers'. NothA post popped ^ on Hs scrEn.

R U done?

"I M now, thanks." He paused. "This BetA not b som werd (_!_) Matrix shit."

It c%d b. nw do U wnt 2 knO wot I've pl& 4 you, o not?

Anon froze solid. He didn't hav a mic coNectd 2 Hs tower, so Y d hell did dat jst work? He sat bak dwn & nodded. w8N 4 a rply. aftR bout a 3 min. wait, d chunk of txt finalE came Thru.

SBTA 4 d W8.

wot I'm bout 2 do, iz somTIN dat evrEbody hz seemed 2 fantasize bout. U cn chuse whch wrld (dimension) U wnt 2 find yorself n. I'm bn v straight-to-the-point, cuz I only hav so much tym b4 DIS portal closes. U hav two choices. One, stA whr U R n a run-down apartment working @ McDonalds, OR, U cn go inside yor closet 2 go 2 d plAc you've alwys wntd 2 go. I've cn yor greentext stories. U hav ~ 5 mins 2 chuse b4 yor F8 iz decided.

"Choices huh?" He slumpD in2 Hs chAr. fEln d fatigue frm lst nights shift @ McDonalds. He gazed @ Hs closet, whch mAd him smirk. He st%d up, & lookd out d window 2 c d smoggy ciT b4 him. He grabbed Hs man-purse frm d side of Hs dsk & started loading ^ things, glancing @ d time, he had bout 1 min. L. He had Hs laptop, charger, 3 bottles of water, & a Nutribar. He opened ^ Hs closet & dashed n. He had expected 2 run in2 d bak of Hs closet & fEl lIk an idiot, bt dat wz not wot he got. He insted got a whirring rotation of flashing lights, hI winds, & d swNd of Hs high-pitched scream.

The flashing lyts vanished, bt wot came NXT nErly scArd him 2 def. sevrl thou feet ^ in2 d air, he wz falling.

Whee!

Anon wz doin wot evry Anon do, bn boring, & browsin a joint caL '4chan'. Well shiiiit, it felt lIk his schmoooove ass c%d rly b a thugged-out douche of d centRe on DIS joint yo. Hs scrEn nAm wz normally 'sage', bt dat don't m@R rght nw yo. Dude wz sitN @ Hs computer, doin Hs usual bullshitting, wen a straNg post comes ^. Dat punk on /mlp/ & it references directly towardz him. He, bn 1 of curiosity, he readz d post. It aint nuthin but pritE werd t%.

dEr Anon Y. Mous, (i.e "Sage")

I hav a propositN 2 mAk 4 U. Knowin dat U browse dEz boardz a lot, I suspect dat U wiL c DIS. Now, only U cn c DIS msg. straNg right, biatch? I spos so t%. It aint nuthin but almost... Unreal, so 2 spk. Now, bak 2 wot I wz saying. I wiL GIV U DIS 1 chaNc 2 do somTIN w yor Lyf insted of shitpostin on dEz boards. aL U hav 2 2 do reply, & you gonna b fiN.

"How tha fuck duz DIS muthafucka knO mah name?" Dude askd himsLf yo. Dude clicked rply & started typing.

k, what tha fuck do U wnt me 2 do?

Dude smiled @ Hs purposefully pOr grammar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. usu doin thangs lIk dat cn mAk thangs go 1 way o NothA.  d 'refresh' counta hit 0, & NothA post came ^ onto Hs scrEn.

First, uz propR grammar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I knO damn weL you capable of such thangs, U wiL fuck up yor chaNc f U do yor normL thangs.

Second, I knO wot you bustin, & wen you goin 2 dat shit.

Now DIS had Anon 1derin yo. Dude thN st%d ^ & flipped Evrywhr n d r%m off w Hs customary 'fuck U fingers'. NothA post popped ^ on Hs scrEn.

R U done?

"I M now, props." Dude paused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "This BetA not b som werd (_!_) Matrix shit."

It c%d b. nw do U wnt 2 knO wot I've pl& 4 you, o not?

Anon froze solid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude didn't hav a mic coNectd 2 Hs tower, so Y d hell did dat jst work, biatch? Dude sat bak dwn & nodded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! w8N 4 a rply. aftR bout a 3 min. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. wait, d chunk of txt finalE came Thru.

SBTA 4 d W8.

wot I be bout 2 do, iz somTIN dat evrEbody hz seemed 2 fantasize bout. U cn chuse whch wrld (dimension) U wnt 2 find yorself n. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be bn v straight-to-the-point, cuz I only hav so much tym b4 DIS portal closes. U hav two chizzles. One, stA whr U R n a run-down crib hustlin @ McDonalds, OR, U cn go inside yor closet 2 go 2 d plAc you've alwys wntd 2 go. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I cn yor greentext stories. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! U hav ~ 5 mins 2 chuse b4 yor F8 iz decided.

"Choices huh?" Dude slumpD in2 Hs chAr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. fEln d fatigue frm lst nights shift @ McDonaldz yo. Dude gazed @ Hs closet, whch mAd his ass smirk yo. Dude st%d up, & lookd up d window 2 c d smoggy ciT b4 his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude grabbed Hs man-purse frm d side of Hs dsk & started loadin ^ thangs, glancin @ d time, dat schmoooove muthafucka had bout 1 min. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. L yo. Dude had Hs laptop, charger, 3 bottlez of water, & a Nutribar yo. Dude opened ^ Hs closet & dashed n. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude had expected 2 run in2 d bak of Hs closet & fEl lIk a idiot, bt dat wz not wot he gots yo. Dude insted gots a whirrin rotation of flashin lights, hI winds, & d swNd of Hs high-pitched scream.

Da flashin lyts vanished, bt wot came NXT nErly scArd his ass 2 def. sevrl thou feet ^ in2 d air, da thug wz falling.

Gizoggle midnight review: dis fukn' gangsta made a stora

A Midnight Review

Wuz crackalackin' from yo' hood MidnightChaos, reviewin another HiE rap fo' shits n' giggles, as well tha benefit of tha lyricist if I can manage dat shit. There is ghon be jokes, possibly memes, n' some spellin n' grammar erections. Opinions n' wordin may be peeped as bitch ass but I'ma try ta tone down tha level of bitta asshole I probably put tha fuck into thangs.

this rap has no name yet i’ll git one later by Discordofchaos

Fuck dat shit, dis aint some sick joke, dis is tha current name fo' dis story. I be fairly certain tha only reason it even gots put up is cuz tha writa used Auto Approval, n' woooo. This name is so lazy, a Snorlax could outdo dat shit. Da writer, Discordofchaos, definitely needz a shitload of help.

2 Likes, 17 Dislikes, 11 Comments, 54 Views

Normally, I wouldn’t add dis yo, but I felt dat shiznit was blingin ta note dat it’s already gots dis shitty of a ratio n' only has 54 views. To quote tha thug up in tha comments n' tha one whoz ass axed mah crazy ass ta review this… garbage:

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I didn’t be thinkin anythang could show dis level of lazy yo, but pimp was I mistaken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Logan be a bangin mage dat goes ta rewind dark magic he endz up in equestria afta a portal spell goes wrong. what tha fuck could go wrong.

This be another fic I might just tear into, n' do so unintentionally. I be straight-up appalled by tha actual lack of effort put tha fuck into all dis bullshit. Da fact grammar n' capitalization seem ta be almost straight-up ignored holdz lil ta no promise fo' dis travesty. I be so sorry fo' dis lyricist, n' lordz above, I hope they read dis n' learn from it fo' realz. As fo' dis "long" description, tha straight-up original gangsta bit could work as tha short description, n' tha "What could go wrong?" is done mo' than a mexican hoe.

Target up in joint movin in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Logan yo' thang was ta safely find tha dark magic signature n' report back. Yo crazy-ass game is mo' blingin than satisfyin yo' addiction ta battle.

Oh but where is tha funk up in recon if I can’t gotz a lil funk it’s not like I’m goin on a gangbangin' full scale attack. But just so I don’t have hear bout it from Eastside I'ma not bust a cap up in dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Fine but if Eastside findz up bout dis it’s yo' head not mine dat biiiiatch will have.

What up in tha dope name of Merlin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. What tha hells even IS this, biatch? I feel like I just downed seven pot brownies n' peeped a purple flyin space monkey write dis up fo' realz. And that’s just from tha pot son! Disclaimer:Da reviewer aint straight-up high.

I have no clue even what tha fuck all dis bullshit. Well shiiiit, it lacks literally every last muthafuckin thang but content, whatever tha hell tha content dat shit. Is dis dialogue, biatch? Is it a cold-ass lil character’s thoughts, biatch? I have straight-up not a god damn thang ta tell me, aside from tha fact dat it readz like dialogue. Everythang bout dis has thrown me fo' a loop, n' is startin ta remind mah crazy ass of Da Speed evolved. Well shiiiit, it readz like roleplay.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck even is East, biatch? I only known Logan be a funky-ass battle mage or some crap from tha description!

Fine fine I don’t care I just what tha fuck a gangbangin' fight dat will last longer 1 minute.

So longer tha sex fo' yo slick ass?

One how tha fuck do you know two why do you know n' last whoz ass holla'd at yo slick ass?

Well let’s peep up in tha past 3 muthafuckin years you dated a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shewolf, elf, n' a thugged-out dark elf I’ve talked ta all of dem n' as fo' tha why I’m yo' brutha it’s mah thang.

Well Josh I you should stay outta mah ludd game it’s not phat fo' yo' game n' you mis counted I dated a succubus one time but dat was only fo' tha sex sick hoe I’ll gotta find her number again.

...Everythang is wrong. Everything. I have no way ta start other than that, afta skimmin tha rest of tha chapter, dis is how tha fuck it readz all tha way all up in cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Grammar n' spellin errors abound mo' than jackrabbits or squirrels fo' realz. And, how tha fuck do sex even come tha fuck into play here, biatch? HOW OLD IS THIS WRITER.

Apparently dis be a cold-ass lil funky-ass fantasy ghetto I have lil ta no clue bout n' git only tha base shiznit. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And, what tha fuck tha actual hell be all dis bullshit. Da characta is poppin' off bout bustin it wit a succubus and, apparently, poppin' off ta his brutha named Josh. Do you even know what tha fuck context or paragraphs are, biatch? I git a phat suspicion dat yo ass isn’t a natizzle english speaker.

Just git back ta yo' bust a cap up in or whatever.

Oh yeah almost forgot. Logan jumped from his hidin spot n' yelled dis be a raid git on tha fuckin ground now or I'ma turn dis place up in ta a pile of ash.

A playa up in a thugged-out dark blue robe yelled stop his ass don’t let his ass near tha portal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Bust a cap up in his muthafuckin ass.

Shiznit muthafucka it’s 30 ta 1 dis is so unfair you need bout 100 times as nuff mages ta go up against me so GET OUT OF MY WAY. Da room blew up like a muthafucka wit juice. Well now dat that’s over what tha fuck is dis portal git all up in hm?

What tha hell just happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There was context added up in between bitz of dialogue. This readz severely like a roleplay involvin a funky-ass bunch of eleven year oldz n' SANIC tha HEDGEHAG. It’s just straight-up n' utterly wrong. In fact, dis crap happened twice n' I straight-up had ta stop n' stare.

It’s a morbid mixture of wack n' fascinating.

No stay away from dat it’s not locked n loaded yet!

So was do’s it go when it’s done?

Da land of tha godz we was goin ta take tha juice of godz fo' ourselves n' fuck wit dis ghetto n' rebuild it wit no magic but ours.

Ok I’ll fuck wit it n' stop all dem plans now, nahmeean, biatch? Dogg of tha end I git freaky wit yo' ace now give me yo' juice ta end this.

No you can’t tha portal is ghon be unstable!

To late  ragnarok!

Do you know what tha fuck you just did?!

...So, not only do we git dis mess yo, but we also git stereotypical wild-ass cults, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. I'ma hit you wit this, it could be bangin-ass if you built dis up n' expanded it tha fuck into a gangbangin' full sized chapta as tha prologue instead of whatever tha hell it is I’m reading, 1,500 lyrics of fo' realz. Also, why tha mention of tha Norse end of tha ghetto?

I just blow up yo' portal n' put a end of yo' plans anythang I missed?

No just made a unstable portal dat could go anywhere n' now in’s goin ta suck dis area up.

Oh well errors done been made.

Logan n' hand full of tha rogue mage was suck tha fuck into tha portal n' busted ta they freshly smoked up destination.

Fuuuuuuuuuck! Logan fell tha fuck up in ta a cold-ass lil castle on tha side of a mountain n' landed up in tha night peep barracks up in tha bed of a funky-ass bat pony. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shiznit muthafucka dat could have hurt oh n' whoz ass might you be?

...Yeah, you missed a actual buildup dat would have made me care fo' realz. And, damn straight errors done been made, errors is everywhere up in dis n' it kills mah dirty ass. This could done been moderately interestin yo, but now it’s just a pool of straight-up horrendous goo.

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Here our crazy asses have another slick instizzle of dope, dope-

I be first Sargent Night Rider n' what tha fuck is you bustin up in mah bed recruit?

Well I’m not a recruit n' as fo' tha bed just thought I’d drop up in ha that’s phat I should wright dat down.

Ok then why is you here if you’re not a recruit then what tha fuck is you bustin here?

As I just holla'd I fell tha fuck up in portals is nasty thang ta deal wit ow mah ace is back dat was fasta da most thugged-out time fun.

Yo ass is one mad pony everypony knows dat only Pegasus can fly n' you don’t be lookin like a unicorn.

I’m not a pony 2 is you single names Logan by tha way?

What!, biatch? Night’s grill went bright red.[/img]

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Mo' n' mo' errors, n' mo' n' mo' thangs ta make me sob. This is straight-up horrifyin ta read. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Also, is Logan still human, is tha pony humanized, biatch? What tha fuck iz even happening, biatch? ...I’m still fascinated though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. I literally can’t stop reading.

Well I just ask cuz you up in just a night gown I’m up in yo' bed n' I don’t know if dat means much ta you but fo' me that’s a cold-ass lil challenge or sex witch eva comes first.

Night looked down at her gown n' holla'd eep n' ran ta tha changin room. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch came up 5 minutes lata dressed up in a PT tracksuit.

Yo ass still haven’t answered tha question is you single?

Yes, I’m single but no I'ma not chill wit you, nahmean biiiatch?

No need ta yell it is tha night time you’ll wake mah playas up n' dat shiznit was a joke. I never git ta use dis line but take me ta yo' leader.

Alright but behave yo ass her ass is tha bizzatch n' dat thugged-out biiiatch can have you bust a cap up in if you say tha wack thang.

Well cappin' unlikely nuff have tried no could n' as fo' behavin I’ll be thinkin bout dat shit.

Sex Witch, biatch? Fuck dat shit, dat seems like a straight-up def profession. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Can we peep mo' of them, biatch? Also, how tha fuck tha fuckin hell do it take her dis long, n' I’m goin ta assume she’s humanized cuz these actions don’t make sense fo' a pony yo. HOW DOES THE CHARACTER EVEN KNOW WHAT A PT UNIFORM IS?

...I feel sorry fo' dis pony, cuz she might straight-up be retarded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Why hasn’t dat thugged-out biiiatch called fo' backup, n' why is she aiiight wit his ass hittin on her, biatch? And… sex-crazed MC, biatch? Great, you’re makin me don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass.

"Take me ta yo' leader" n' "I never git used ta dis line". What. What. What. When have you dis before, biatch? Why be a soldier aiiight wit takin his ass ta Celestia, biatch? I’m fairly certain dat thugged-out biiiatch could bust a cap up in his ass n' I’m hopin her dope ass do.

As they waked down tha hall Logan keep seein tha same thug standin by doors. Didn’t our laid-back asses just our laid-back asses just pass his ass like 2 minutes ago?

No all tha guardz gotz a spell on dem ta make dem look tha same only high ranked guardz have different apareons but a shitload of our asses is just dirty. Look we’re here now again n' again n' again please none of dat childish action.

I promise not a god damn thang fo' realz. As his thugged-out lil' punk-ass burst thought tha door ta say a larger biatch up in white tracksuit n' wings n' a horn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Why wassup I hope I’m not interruptin anything.

A playa wit blond afro n' a horn n' saw Logan n' yelled fo' tha guards. Guardz git dis monsta outta tha throne room at ones it is interruptin mah meetin wit mah aunt. 10 guardz surrounded Logan pointin spears at his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. A playa wit blue afro n' gold armor n' strutted up ta Logan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Hmm you don’t be lookin like much of a threat I suggest you leave at ones.

I'ma hit you wit this, at least you bust a nut on on tha guardz lookin tha same yo, but it don’t make up fo' anythang so far. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha given explanation feels like you took n' squeezed seven lil pimps tha fuck into a suitcase n' mailed dem ta Africa fo' realz. And, what tha fuck up in hell be a "apareon". This is spelled so wrong, I’m not shizzle I can git all dis bullshit. Unless you mean epsilons, however, I’m fairly certain you don’t cuz every last muthafuckin joint don’t define it how tha fuck you’re rockin all dis bullshit. Epaulets, biatch? Aprons?

To quote Jontron: BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. WHAT’S THAT, biatch? OH JUST THE YOU-CANT-MAKE-THIS-SHIT-UP-ALARM.

I be willin ta cook up a actual bet dat Logan starts hittin on Celestia at some point up in dis chapter n' shit. No joke fo' realz. Anyways, dis entire paragraph is just wrong. Well shiiiit, it combines multiple playas bustin lyrics tha fuck into one paragraph n' make me question if Logan holla'd tha "Well hello…" bit up loud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Pretty shizzle da ruffneck done did.

I wanna take you ta Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles you’re tha straight-up original gangsta thug ta stand up ta me up in year only Easy n' Josh do. But I'ma hit you wit a cold-ass lil chizzle fight me one on one or stand aside I’m only here ta rap ta tha leader of these landz but please chose option one I do ludd a phat fight.

I'ma not stand down from a cold-ass lil challenge n' you may not drop a rhyme wit Supa-Hoe Celestia without proper paper work so git locked n loaded fo' a gangbangin' fight.

Logan pulled a pure black blade outta tha air n' tha blue haired muthafucka pulled up a gold sword they ran at each other at full speed Logan easily overwhelmed his opponent n' had his blade all up in tha man’s throat. Night’s voice yelled up Logan what tha fuck did I say bout behavin by tha moon I’m not round fo' a second n' you git tha fuck into a gangbangin' fight wit tha caption of tha dizzle guards. I’m straight-up sorry bout dis bizzatch dis um I never gots what tha fuck species is you Logan.

It’s human but that’s only half right.c

...Easy, biatch? Oh, wait, do you mean East, tha characta dat never straight-up rocked up n' was only briefly mentioned makin our asses forget bout dem rather quick, biatch? Also, dis character’s ego be as big-ass as Da Sinestro Joker’s or DisplacerofEquestrias’s egos yo. He’s cocky n' unrelatable.

"Proper paper work", biatch? I gotta admit, you’ve surprised mah crazy ass cuz I can straight-up peep dis bein a thang. Fuck dat shit, seriously, dis be a phat scam n' I hit you wit kudos.

But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat you go straight back tha fuck into Gary territory. This entire fight scene is straight-up garbage, up in fact, it’s worse than most of tha ones I’ve freestyled n' that’s sayin something. Da fact it’s only two lines is even mo' dissapointing.

However why do Night start dissin what tha fuck his species n' why do she interrupt, biatch? What reason do she gotta care if he takes a thugged-out dirt nap or gets his thugged-out arse kicked?

How tha fuck is human half-right, biatch? Is he also part elf or some other crap?

Whatever dis human just came ta our ghetto all up in a portal n' da thug wishes ta ask you thangs if dat be aiiiight wit you, biatch.

Celestia strutted up ta Logan n' holla'd you may ask yo' question but I wanna it you wouldn’t beat up mah guards.

Well I didn’t straight-up gotz a question I know all I need ta know I’m not on Ghetto or not mah Ghetto seein as you’re not anythang I’ve peeped before n' tha dark mage did say suttin' bout other ghettos if you want I'ma answer yours go ahead ask.

Ok fo' startas what tha fuck is yo slick ass?

Human or at least half. Next.

What do you mean by half?

Hm not telling. Next.

...She’s just perfectly aiiight wit this, biatch? Is you trippin like a muthafucka, biatch? Fuck dat shit, he’s black yo. HAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Also, dis is started up in a AU Earth, biatch? That’s straight-up kind of disappointing. By tha by, I assume you mean tha muthafucka way earlier dat gots pissed when Logan broke whatever his thugged-out lil' punk-ass broke, biatch? And, pushin "I’m half human" is just wack n' straight-up messes wit tha rest of tha content. No one is goin ta take rotten bait.

Ok fine where do you come from?

Well when a mommy n' a thugged-out daddy ludd each other straight-up much they bust a nut n' a funky-ass baby is born bout 9 months after.

That was not what tha fuck I was asking.

Oh, aiiight well I’m from a ghetto called earth funk times.

Final question I sense dark magic from you can you tell me why?

I didn’t git mah title of westside from just masterin tha lighta form of magic.

What tha fuck iz dis westside title?

It means I’m tha strongest bein up in tha westside theirs a hoe whoz ass hold tha title of eastside n' her ass is strongest up in tha eastside but we’ll git tha fuck into dat lata fo' now I need chill hey Night what tha fuck ta share.

...I both chuckled n' facepalmed at dis joke. Well shiiiit, it definitely puts dis up in a lighta vibe n' is goin ta help me finish dis yo, but it’s also skankyly holla'd at. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

"Ghetto funk times".. fo' realz. Are. Is you trippin like a muthafucka, biatch? Did yo dirty ass seriously call tha ghetto that, biatch? Is dat it’s legitimate name, biatch? Yo ass gotta be clownin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Even Earth.19 or some shiznit would make mo' sense n' be less worthy of me dissin existence.

...How tha fuck convenient is dat mention. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It’s like you put it there only fo' dis next scene…

...Moderate amountz of ghetto-buildin followed by hefty loadz of cringe. I can’t believe dis next scene takes place, it’s just jarrin as fuck. Not only that, it’s kind of smoothly inserted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat again, it’s not appropriate n' could be discarded.

By tha moon goddess almighty no!

Da blue haired playa holla'd ouch blasted down playa by tha way names Shinin Armor n' yo ass is da most thugged-out skill fighta I’ve peeped I wanna ask you ta show me how tha fuck you fight if yo ass is willing?

Soundz funk never had a apprentice before but just know I aint gonna go easy as fuck  on you, biatch.

There be a sayin among tha guardz what tha fuck don’t bust a cap up in you make you stronger.

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I be thinkin I’m dyin inside. This scene is just wack on all kindsa muthafuckin levels, I don’t be thinkin I even need ta point up why it’s wrong. Da fact it’s holla'd by Shinin Armor make all dat shiznit tha mo' horrifying. Please bust help.

Dope word hustlin starts up in 1 week.

Why a week why not tomorrow?

I feel darknizz comin n' I need ta be locked n loaded Celestia you look so pale what’s tha matter?

Nothang it’s just that’s tha dizzle of tha summer sun celebration.

Ok I don’t know what tha fuck dat is but soundz funk where can I chill?

I can take you ta one of tha hommie room Shinin holla'd.

*dry laughter* I straight-up gots nuff props fo'how you foreshadow NMM, it’s almost like you’re bustin it subtly,

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. I be thinkin I’ve used enough jontron erection memes n' vizzlez fo' realz. Anyways, I be thinkin we’re done here.

This fic holdz a minor amount of promise up in tha scams we can peep here n' there yo, but it’s mad skankyly executed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. I be thinkin dis lyricist needz some heavy amountz of lyrics, so go make suggestions ta his muthafuckin ass. I’ve already holla'd what tha fuck I think.