About Me
Beeyallard! Where my muhfuckin wiggaz at?! I'm back up in dis bitch fresh outta lock down ya heard? Could somebody please tell me whut da fuck happened 2 my hood? Who in da fuck is all deez tight pant wearin muhfackaz? Wigga, I wear my shit below da kneecap, so get wit da program, o we'z gonna pull yo hoodpass real quick dog! I walked outta grandma's crib afta smokin a bleezy n hit downtown Beeyallard. I swear dog, all I seen was like hundreds a deez muhfuckas dressed like it wuz halloween o some shit mobbin round like some muhfuckin eurotrash. I seen muhfuckas lookin like coked up lumberjacks, I seen hoez wit stunna shades n uglyass star tattoos smellin like ashtrays. I seen muhfuckas wit ballcaps ridin girlie bikes round wearin all kindza stupid ass rolled up pants carryin purses n shit. Shit wuz not lookin 2 hood. Den i seen some a deez muhfuckas wearin da wrong color bandanaz round dey neck! Needless 2 say, I started trippin, dog! I'm like "What dog?! A new crew tryin 2 bang on my turf?" I walked up on a couple of deez bitch ass muhfuckas cuz dey wuz starin at a muhfucka hella hard n I wuz like "Where da fuck yall from? Whut set you claim?" Talkin bout dey wuz from Cali dog. I was like "Where in Cali?... Compton muhfucka?" I heard one a deez fooz mumble n call me "a effin wigger" n start to giggle so I'm like "Oh shit. I'm bout 2 beat yo ass dog!" n I chin checked this skinny ass muhfucka n he started cryin talkin bout "OMG! I'm really from Bellevue, bro! No worries!" Turned out only one a deez bitch ass muhfuckaz wuz from Cali, straight out da suburbs. He had a terrorist scarf on, dog. I wuz like "you came up here n sure assembled a weak ass crew, dog. Get da fuck off my block befoe I smoke yo ass." So after all dat, I pocket check deez muhfuckaz n dey wuzn't even really trippin, talkin bout "No worriez, bro. I got a trust fund." I wuz like "Whut da fuck iz a trust fund? Yall gonna gimme dat paper next time I see you bitches." Den I'm seein all deez wierd bitch ass muhfuckaz who be callin demselves "metrosexuals". What kind a sick strange muhfucka would fuck a Metro bus, dog?! Deez muhfuckas mobbin around on a leash wit deez fancy ass white hoes dat looked like dey sure needed some dick. I started hollerin at one a deez bitches n she was like down fo some anal. Den her man walks up and was like "C'mon honey...I have our peppermint lattes. We must get away from this scum and evacuate to our sassy little condo!" I was like "I'll see you bitches later den." All dis shit n I thought about it n I was like "What da fuck happened 2 Beeyallard dog?" I aint seen none my homiez around. No P-nut. No B-dog. No C-loc. No J-dub. None a dem muhfuckaz. I'm a get 2 da bottom a dis doe. I'm straight concerned, dog. I sure miss my old hood. First dey go n shut down da denny's n shit. Whut da fuck?! How a muhfucka supposed 2 chief a bleezy n go grub on a grand slam, foo? N dey toe down da bowling alley so a wigguh can't go holla at a hoe 4:30 AM. Fuckin bitch ass muhfuckas. Where da fuck my wiggaz at? Deez new cracka muhfuckas think dey high class n shit. Beeyallard aint got no class, muhfucka! We may help da old ladies across da street but afta dat, we tearin da hood up, smokin blunts, tossin up foties yellin "Killahoe!" We ain't civilized, bitch. Dis "new ballard" b on some old bullshit. Round here, we say "Beeyallard". Me n my Nordic wiggaz b runnin dis shit, ya heard. Yall need to show some respect n pay yo muhfuckin dues. We keep it real fosho. Foties of 211 n OE is all we fuck with. We bump gangsta shit hella loud when we floss in grandma's Lac. I even put some tripple gold d's on dat bitch. We fuck fat white hood rat bitches wit braids, dog. We only rock that FUBU n Southpole denim saggin over a foot below our ass crack ya dig. Gettin drunk at golden gardens n shit. Jackin mom n pops whip at 3 am, poppin some thizz n bumpin some brotha lynch. We cold thuggin it up out here, all dam day dog. Datz how da fuck we get down in Beeyallard.
