Promo

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

Rain drops hits the window as flickering lights catches Bo sitting on the table, doing nothing, just sitting looking down at the table.  The lights stop to flicker for a minute and it shows Bo sitting on the chair right in front of the table with a sick smile on his face.  You can hear him chuckling to himself.  

 

“He better get away…  Listen son, all you have to do is put two on his dome…  Get away…  Take him home with you, get zone with you make him kiss the chrome.”

 

Bo begins to talk to himself, he’s not turning crazy, and everybody talks to them selves sometimes.

 

“Naw son…  Not yet, take my time and hurt his pride.”

 

“Make him get away…  Have a razor fight since you’re too afraid to gun clap in the night…  Get away…  Chop his meat have a feast with his flesh tonight.”

 

“Why cut him up if I could just take one shot?  But not now, in due time.”

 

"Make him get away…  Show your guns, 9 milly, actin silly make his chin pop a willy…  Get away…  Get the revolver, the problem solver, the second super nova.”

 

The lights then turn off as the rain still drops by the window…  Harder now, faster as the wind picked up…  Bo hears noises as he begins to bug out shaking his head, which can’t be seen, but you can tell by the breathing that he was shaking his head.  After about 5 seconds of complete silence besides the noise of the rain, the light turns on showing Bo with his elbows on the table as he’s staring at two items in both his hands, admiring it, smiling at it, acting like if those were his girlfriends.

 

“All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriends.”  Bo said as he holds it tight in his hands, loving the color of his girlfriends.  

 

“That’s what I’m talking about…  You picked them up when they were nine, started out your life of crime them…  Because he needs to get away, if not sprayed…”

 

Two nine millimeters is shown, the barrel of one gun is by Bo’s forehead as he stares at the other one that lies flat on the table with his hands on it.  He quickly lifts both of them by his face and stares at them, observing them with fascination.

 

“Make him get away…  With two slugs in the head, let the blood drip and soon he’ll be dead…  Get away…  Then get away so you wont get caught with the feds.”

 

“Not now…  In due time and I know this because I control my faith…  Hell, I control his faith as well.”

 

“Nah man, why waste time…  Make him get away and run like a little bitch, clock it back, blast his face off so that to sew him back will be a waste of stitches.”

 

A sick smile emerges on his face as he slowly gets up from his seat.  The lights now turn off as the electricity fucks up again…  The raindrops land harder on the window as the wind echo with a word that says:  “Get away.”  The lights then turn back on and Bo is by the door as he is holding both guns by his side.

 

“Make him go away…”

 

“He’s going to get away…  He’s going to run like a bitch…”

 

The door opens and Bo exits, to where?  Not sure, maybe to visit Thugg, and in due time things will be different as he will no longer be available…

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Whoa-uh.

 

Bo = scary.

 

I never want to go to your house, because there's scary lightning and guns there.  But hear hear on a fine promo.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Oh dear god...

 

Don't shoot me!  Can't we talk about this??  COme on...don't do this.  Let's talk...wait!  Fuck that shit!  Pull the fuckin' trigger if you man enough you little bitch!  I'm sayin', if you got the balls...pull the fuckin' trigger.  Blast 2 to the dome son...if you ain't a bitch!  You want it like that son?  You wanna blast me?  Well blast me then, bitch!  But you betta make sure you kill me wit one shot son, holla.

 

One.

 

Da "keepin' it gangsta" H

[Guest]

Simply put: That was awesome.

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

That's my word, Caveman Chris writes one and ya people forget about me huh...  Reply on my shit before I treat you like Thugg...

 

B "Pretty, Pretty Please read my Promo." O