So last night me n the crew are working the club, we run security on every door in town, ran the old pussies outta town, aint seem em since. had the usual drunk assed preppy fags from the local college, simple choke hold, knee, punch and they are down then we throw them into a dumpster in the alleyway, one night we put 8 guys in it at once, squashed em in like tuna in a can.
im working the door, crowds are lovin it, seeing my polish swagger, im a damn celebrity in this town, im like "chill the fuck out" but these guys are shoving n shit trying to get a glimpse of my strong assed self especially since im rockin a fine italian suit, really shows off my frame.
People are texting each other n shit, pretty soon musta been 1000 heads outside the club taking pictures begging to get in, guys start shoving some girls and the crews like "fuck this" and jump in, start nailing people upside the head, i break out the bats we keep behind the door, cracking skulls all over the damn place. women love this shit, im top dog and they cant get enough of me whoopin ass, im givin them a glimpse of my strong ass face in between swings of the blood soaked bat, its like a damn photo shoot.
next thing i know some pussy draws a gun, little T makes a grab and gets hit, good thing the crew wear vests, i dont, i aint got time for that pussy shit, so i go for the guy with a "son, somebody about to get their shit mangled" look on my face then in slow motion i see a flash but dont feel shit since im jacked up with adrenaline. i tackle this guy and the crew goes to work on his skull while i kick his gun down a drain. crowds gone fuckin wild.
Crew locks down the club and calls a doc, girls r all over me crying n shit, im like "i aint got time to bleed" and sip some $1000 champage with a shit eating grin on my face, when the docs turn up they couldnt believe their damn eyes, turns out my jacked up muscle fibras stopped that 9 in its tracks, like organic body armor or some shit, a normal pussied ass dude wouldve hit the bricks and died, a bullet aint shit to 220lbs of coiled up fibras, you dont gotta be a scientist to know that.
when i say im built for this shit i mean it.
im working the door, crowds are lovin it, seeing my polish swagger, im a damn celebrity in this town, im like "chill the fuck out" but these guys are shoving n shit trying to get a glimpse of my strong assed self especially since im rockin a fine italian suit, really shows off my frame.
People are texting each other n shit, pretty soon musta been 1000 heads outside the club taking pictures begging to get in, guys start shoving some girls and the crews like "fuck this" and jump in, start nailing people upside the head, i break out the bats we keep behind the door, cracking skulls all over the damn place. women love this shit, im top dog and they cant get enough of me whoopin ass, im givin them a glimpse of my strong ass face in between swings of the blood soaked bat, its like a damn photo shoot.
next thing i know some pussy draws a gun, little T makes a grab and gets hit, good thing the crew wear vests, i dont, i aint got time for that pussy shit, so i go for the guy with a "son, somebody about to get their shit mangled" look on my face then in slow motion i see a flash but dont feel shit since im jacked up with adrenaline. i tackle this guy and the crew goes to work on his skull while i kick his gun down a drain. crowds gone fuckin wild.
Crew locks down the club and calls a doc, girls r all over me crying n shit, im like "i aint got time to bleed" and sip some $1000 champage with a shit eating grin on my face, when the docs turn up they couldnt believe their damn eyes, turns out my jacked up muscle fibras stopped that 9 in its tracks, like organic body armor or some shit, a normal pussied ass dude wouldve hit the bricks and died, a bullet aint shit to 220lbs of coiled up fibras, you dont gotta be a scientist to know that.
when i say im built for this shit i mean it.
,,, is little T gonna be okay?
