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XyZspineZyX
10-20-2003, 07:40 AM
LITTLE RED RIDER IN THE HOOD

Little Red, Little red, the meanest chick in town.
Short and *****y, with red hair, always with a frown.
Grandma lived across the hood, in a real small flat,
She needed drugs to party, and Little Red had that.

So little red jumped on her bike, and raced to ol' Grandma
But Little Red, our *****y chick, didn't get real far.
She met a dude, who looked real cool,
His name was Wolf, he was no fool.

"Yo little Red, Yo little Red, Where you goin' chick?"
"I'm off to visit Grandma, You (beepin') stupid (Beep)."
Now wolfy was a street wise man, he had a real big gun.
He liked to cut up little kids, and shoot old chicks for fun.

"Yo little Red, this grandma babe, where she playin' at?"
"Go and kiss a mountain goat, I ain't sayin' that!"
So little red, she skipped away, as she (beep) well should,
But Wolfy knew some local boys that played out in the hood.

"Yo streety dudes, yo mother punks, where is Grandma at?"
"Yo Wolfy boy, you give us cash, and we can tell ya that."
So little red went round the way, that little punk girls do,
While Wolfy hit the alleyways, and ran the short way through.

Grandma lay so sick in bed, she had too much to drink.
Last nights meal, and all the booze, was splattered in the sink.
A knock. A knock. Grandma sat up. "Who the (Beep) is that?"
"Just your local dealer ma', this package is quite fat."

"Come in you stinkin' streetscum swine, born from rabid thugs,
Come over here and close the door, I want my god (beep) drugs."
So Wolfy did, as Wolfies do, and came in for the sell.
Then pulled a shotgun from his coat and blew grandma to hell.

After cleaning Grandma's brains, and all the bloody mess,
Wolfy jumped in grandma's bed and put on her green dress.
A knock, A knock. It's little red, she's standing at the door,
"Who the hell is knocking now, ya stupid ugly (Beep)!"

"It's only me, It's little red, can't I come straight in?
I've got your coke, and all your dope, and a little Gin."
"Come in dear, my throat is sore, I had too much last night.
I staggered home a drunken (beep) and got into a fight."

Little Red came in the room, and Wolfy ducked away,
Under covers, from her sight, the predator did lay.
"Little Red, excuse the mess, and come up here in bed.
I'm old, I'm grey, but I can play." Is all that Wolfy said.

"Kinda odd." Said Little Red, and took off all her gear.
"What the hey, it could be fun, there's nothing I should fear."
So Little Red jumped into bed, then began her fun,
Her hands explored the hidden wolf, who began to raise his gun.

"My oh my Grandmother dear, your legs are oh so big."
"Yes my dear, for party tricks, which the boys all dig."
"My oh my Grandmother dear, you have such big strong arms."
"Yes my dear, for party tricks, I can't win men with charms."

"My oh my Grandmother dear, your face is awful rough."
"Yes my dear, for party tricks, they like chicks who are tough."
"My oh my, Grandmother dear, what is this in your lap?"
"Yes my dear, it is a gun, AND I'M GONNA KILL YA!"

Wolfy jumped up from the bed, and pointed with his gun,
He also had a pistol, which was not quite as much fun.
He fired almost twenty shots, right into the bed,
Then peeled away the web of sheets, but found no Little Red.

"Hey Wolfy (beep), I'm over here" She called out from behind.
He turned around and saw her there, she didn't look real kind.
An M-16, with full clip, was aiming from each hand,
then Wolf was blown to little bits, that covered all the land.

The moral of the story, is no matter how much you try,
When you have some drugs to sell, or when you're out to buy,
Don't start writing fairy tales, or any type of prose,
Cause all you're gonna end up with is a bloody (beepin') nose.


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XyZspineZyX
10-20-2003, 07:40 AM
LITTLE RED RIDER IN THE HOOD

Little Red, Little red, the meanest chick in town.
Short and *****y, with red hair, always with a frown.
Grandma lived across the hood, in a real small flat,
She needed drugs to party, and Little Red had that.

So little red jumped on her bike, and raced to ol' Grandma
But Little Red, our *****y chick, didn't get real far.
She met a dude, who looked real cool,
His name was Wolf, he was no fool.

"Yo little Red, Yo little Red, Where you goin' chick?"
"I'm off to visit Grandma, You (beepin') stupid (Beep)."
Now wolfy was a street wise man, he had a real big gun.
He liked to cut up little kids, and shoot old chicks for fun.

"Yo little Red, this grandma babe, where she playin' at?"
"Go and kiss a mountain goat, I ain't sayin' that!"
So little red, she skipped away, as she (beep) well should,
But Wolfy knew some local boys that played out in the hood.

"Yo streety dudes, yo mother punks, where is Grandma at?"
"Yo Wolfy boy, you give us cash, and we can tell ya that."
So little red went round the way, that little punk girls do,
While Wolfy hit the alleyways, and ran the short way through.

Grandma lay so sick in bed, she had too much to drink.
Last nights meal, and all the booze, was splattered in the sink.
A knock. A knock. Grandma sat up. "Who the (Beep) is that?"
"Just your local dealer ma', this package is quite fat."

"Come in you stinkin' streetscum swine, born from rabid thugs,
Come over here and close the door, I want my god (beep) drugs."
So Wolfy did, as Wolfies do, and came in for the sell.
Then pulled a shotgun from his coat and blew grandma to hell.

After cleaning Grandma's brains, and all the bloody mess,
Wolfy jumped in grandma's bed and put on her green dress.
A knock, A knock. It's little red, she's standing at the door,
"Who the hell is knocking now, ya stupid ugly (Beep)!"

"It's only me, It's little red, can't I come straight in?
I've got your coke, and all your dope, and a little Gin."
"Come in dear, my throat is sore, I had too much last night.
I staggered home a drunken (beep) and got into a fight."

Little Red came in the room, and Wolfy ducked away,
Under covers, from her sight, the predator did lay.
"Little Red, excuse the mess, and come up here in bed.
I'm old, I'm grey, but I can play." Is all that Wolfy said.

"Kinda odd." Said Little Red, and took off all her gear.
"What the hey, it could be fun, there's nothing I should fear."
So Little Red jumped into bed, then began her fun,
Her hands explored the hidden wolf, who began to raise his gun.

"My oh my Grandmother dear, your legs are oh so big."
"Yes my dear, for party tricks, which the boys all dig."
"My oh my Grandmother dear, you have such big strong arms."
"Yes my dear, for party tricks, I can't win men with charms."

"My oh my Grandmother dear, your face is awful rough."
"Yes my dear, for party tricks, they like chicks who are tough."
"My oh my, Grandmother dear, what is this in your lap?"
"Yes my dear, it is a gun, AND I'M GONNA KILL YA!"

Wolfy jumped up from the bed, and pointed with his gun,
He also had a pistol, which was not quite as much fun.
He fired almost twenty shots, right into the bed,
Then peeled away the web of sheets, but found no Little Red.

"Hey Wolfy (beep), I'm over here" She called out from behind.
He turned around and saw her there, she didn't look real kind.
An M-16, with full clip, was aiming from each hand,
then Wolf was blown to little bits, that covered all the land.

The moral of the story, is no matter how much you try,
When you have some drugs to sell, or when you're out to buy,
Don't start writing fairy tales, or any type of prose,
Cause all you're gonna end up with is a bloody (beepin') nose.


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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 12:29 AM
haha, i enjoyed that

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 01:22 AM
Ghetto fabulous, up in the red ridin' hizzle...


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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 04:06 AM
Wow did you make that up?

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 04:08 AM
Haven't you posted this here before? It's still rather amusing.

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 05:57 AM
Yes wrote it. Yes posted before but generally it was ignored. Recovered it from some long lost folders deep inside the bowels of my machine and thought it be a laugh to bring back up.

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 06:14 AM
Funny story, but I don't agree with the moral. Pushers and junkies have as much right to create something with their minds as the next person... I say that just because alot of our greatest authors/poets/artists/musicians (yeah, especially musicians /i/smilies/16x16_smiley-wink.gif ) are drug addicts, of course. /i/smilies/16x16_smiley-happy.gif

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 06:04 PM
A good thing repeated is still a good thing. I hope your novel/screenplay is progressing, ASH.

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 08:30 PM
Both are going ok.

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XyZspineZyX
10-21-2003, 08:46 PM
Very nice Ash /i/smilies/16x16_smiley-happy.gif

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