Bringing More Than Ya Can Handle

[Black Bob]

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PM Subscribe Thread Rank： Score：0 Posts：0 From：Unknown Register：20/09/2018 7:36 PM IP：174.42.248.58

Date Posted：01/01/2011 10:34 PMCopy HTML Back in a locker room is where Black Bob is found kicked back on a bench finishing up a blunt. He wears baggy black jeans, sneakers, a white muscle shirt, and a bandana. His eyes glazed as he puffs away, then hands it off to someone and stands up. Bob steps forward getting an intensity in his eyes, then starts rapping using his hands to gesture at the same time. Straight from The Jericho Army comes this young punk Shane looking to do what Claim he got some hidden agenda and no clue what to do, he just a fucking mutt How ya expect to beat me when ya can't even muster up the passion for what we do I owe this industry everything I have and every night I give it my all, so fuck you You're a no name punk for a reason, cause ya can't get over what your not Monday Night you gonna step in the ring with the OG from the D, smoking pot Kicking ass, and wearing gold, you really don't know who your facing Shane On Extreme your entering the ring with the Underground Champ, ya better feign Something and get out of this quick or step your fucking game up son You gonna go one on one with one of the best here, no joke, no pun Just straight up real and in yo face, so let's dance ho and speaking of Its best you do keep your girl away cause they only lead to the life of a dove But in this business ya need to prepare for war and then once ya mange to get gold You better be ready for ten times the chaos cause in SEF we don't fucking fold In it to the end no matter what the odds and Black Bob always gonna be coming Up and down the block giving yop girl my cock and sending you down the plumbing Bob flashes the gangsta sign now and reaches back grabbing his belt and slaps it up on his right shoulder. He pats the face plate and looks up flashing a peace sign, then walks away out of the room and fade to black.