Author's note: Before readin tha final chapta up in dis trilogy, please read tha straight-up original gangsta two stories before readin dis one.

I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah playa n' I raised up ta a mad bright light which burned our eyes out.

Us thugs was scared dat we was goin ta be blind fo' game.

We then realized dat we was dead cuz Snoop Lion strangled us.

Now we is up in limbo, sufferin fo' eternitizzle fo' tokin tha rainbow weed.

What our phat asses didn't give a fuck was dat tha rainbow chronic we smoked before our phat asses took a dirt nap had a effect on our afterlife.

And now we regret eva takin dat chronic yo, but we would take it again n' again n' again fo' tha experience.

While we was tryin ta find our way round n' found each other, I felt suttin' warm.

As we was struttin round limbo, we find a magical fig leaf.

To me, I had no clue what tha fuck ta do wit tha fig leaf.

Yo, so, I put it on mah bum bum ta protect me from tha spookies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Well shiiiit, it didn't work.

I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah playa wanted ta try it fo' his dirty ass, so he grabbed tha leaf.

But tha spookies just transferred from mah bum bum ta his bum bum.

But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha spookies had a worse effect on his ass than it did ta mah dirty ass.

It brought up Avril Lavigne. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was tha spookiest one, since dat biiiiatch was dressed up as a cold-ass lil cat.

Frightened, I pull up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shotgun.

And I blasted Avril Lavigne. No onez gonna miss her anyways, afta she gave birth ta dat monstrositizzle of a cold lil' woo wop called "Wuz crackalackin' Kitty!"

With Avril Lavigne up in limbo, her effects still prevailed on mah playa.

Then Avril Lavigne joined our asses on our trip dat our phat asses don't give a fuck yet, cuz we ARE up in limbo.

Fortunately, Avril gots rid of her pussaaaaay tracksuit n' moonwalked back ta normality.

And then her big-ass booty saw a cold-ass lil cat. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch turned back tha fuck into a cold-ass lil pussaaaaay n' her big-ass booty started rappin "Wuz crackalackin' Kitty!"

Before dat thugged-out biiiatch could git tha fuck into tha song, I stopped her n' started playin her oldschool music.


Instead of turnin off tha beatz, I just threw tha stereo at her while mah playa n' I strutted off.

Yo, she bled internally. Then we found a ounce ta tha bounce of weed!

Not able ta resist some precious weed, we split tha chronic tha fuck into half n' half fo' each of our asses n' smoked dat shit.

We gots straight-up high dat we saw Snoop Ta Tha D-O-Double-Gizzley Dogg.

Yo, snoop Doggy Dogg immediately recognized our asses by our da sticky-icky-icky-induced laughta n' gots pissed.

Then da perved-out muthafucka busted our asses ta Hell, where there was no weed!

Not wantin ta accept mah fate, I axed mah playa ta punch up in tha crotch as hard as his schmoooove ass could.

Dude can't. Because up in Hell, there is no way ta escape or ta know if itz a thugged-out dream.

I decided ta take dis tha fuck into mah own handz n' try ta do it mah dirty ass.

I can't.

I decided ta punch mah playa up in tha crotch n' when I did so, da ruffneck disappeared.

I was up in hell... ridin' solo.

Not wantin ta be alone, I fell tha fuck n' it tha hard ground.

I was still up in Hell.

Until I noticed a funky-ass bright light surroundin mah dirty ass.

Dat shiznit was heaven. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I saw Dogg n' da thug was tokin a joint.

Not thinking, Dude busted mah crazy ass back ta tha mortal ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

Then I took a dirt nap n' went back ta Hell.

I then noticed mah playa chillaxin up in a lava pool nearby.

And I took a dirt nap n' went back ta limbo.

I then noticed suttin' was up in mah pocket.

Dat shiznit was a ounce ta tha bounce of weed.

I took some up ta relieve mah sorrows only ta notice dat dat shiznit was a unendin supply of weed.

Then I realize dat shiznit was all a thugged-out dream. I realized dat I was bein born, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As I popped outta mah momz womb, I saw a ayylien say "ayy lmao".


This is part of the Ayylienz Trilogy

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Written by Fatal Disease n' your thugged-out neighbourhood lion from tha Pride Lands