Post by stretchnuts on Jul 6, 2019 18:13:39 GMT -5
Stretch is leaning on a Home Depot looking ladder as the camera phone turns on.
Stretch: Come on dude you have to frame it right.
His little brother: Okay okay! I want the $10 or I'm telling dad about the ladder.
Stretch: He's not our dad, our moms just fucking him.
Little bro: Ewwww
Stretch: Just film it, turd.
Stretch poses real cool leaning on the ladder.
Stetchnuts: Manic mark, or maniac, I don't give a fuck. I'm the maniac out of his mind, balls clapping cheeks, hardcore motherfucka in this joint! You keep fucking with me like you're trying to make a name in this town, but you bout to get clapped yourself!
He climbs to the first step.
Stretchnuts: Motherfucking I'm bringing the hatchet down on this whole sitch! The games is over. Ain't nobody clowning me now cause I'm the fucking clown!
Stretch climbs all the way up to the top of a silver shitty ladder.
Stretchnuts: I'm the fucking clown (echo clown clown clown)!
Stretch looking down at the camera.
Stretch: I'm bout to hit y'all niggas with some real shit. Straight the fuck up none of yall can swing off these nuts.
He grabs his balls and gestures
Stretch: Can't lace these DCs on my feet neither. Just can't fucking touch this. You wanna water board me with Faygo? What kind of statement is that, pussy? I live off that shit!
Shit shit shit echoing throughout the neighborhood.
Stretch: Further fucking more, nobody invited your bitch ass to come into my matches. All you got are sneak attacks and pussy behavior thats gonna get you fucked up.
Stretch gets real serious.
Stretch: But you know, I can live with all that shit. I get my ass beat day in and day out by my steppunk and the 5-0, but burning the hatchetman was over the line! For one thing, that shit cost me a paycheck on the internet, and two, symbololically or whatever, you crossed that fucking line that niggas just don't come back from.
Stretch jumps down and stumbles. He pulls a huge canister of lighter fluid out of his ridiculous JNCO pockets.
Stretch: Now, bitch ass, imma burn you. Not just burn, nah that's too easy, but for real imma set you on fire, and climb this ladder here I stole from the neighbors, and smash your lame ass through the dirt all the way to hell! Your day is coming motherfucking. I'm spinning you around on the terror wheel fucckkaaaaaa
Great milenko hahaha is heard in the background as Stretch headbangs around. A voice can be heard "GET THE FUCK IN HERE YOU LITTLE FAGGOT" as the phone shakes and cuts out.
Stretch: Come on dude you have to frame it right.
His little brother: Okay okay! I want the $10 or I'm telling dad about the ladder.
Stretch: He's not our dad, our moms just fucking him.
Little bro: Ewwww
Stretch: Just film it, turd.
Stretch poses real cool leaning on the ladder.
Stetchnuts: Manic mark, or maniac, I don't give a fuck. I'm the maniac out of his mind, balls clapping cheeks, hardcore motherfucka in this joint! You keep fucking with me like you're trying to make a name in this town, but you bout to get clapped yourself!
He climbs to the first step.
Stretchnuts: Motherfucking I'm bringing the hatchet down on this whole sitch! The games is over. Ain't nobody clowning me now cause I'm the fucking clown!
Stretch climbs all the way up to the top of a silver shitty ladder.
Stretchnuts: I'm the fucking clown (echo clown clown clown)!
Stretch looking down at the camera.
Stretch: I'm bout to hit y'all niggas with some real shit. Straight the fuck up none of yall can swing off these nuts.
He grabs his balls and gestures
Stretch: Can't lace these DCs on my feet neither. Just can't fucking touch this. You wanna water board me with Faygo? What kind of statement is that, pussy? I live off that shit!
Shit shit shit echoing throughout the neighborhood.
Stretch: Further fucking more, nobody invited your bitch ass to come into my matches. All you got are sneak attacks and pussy behavior thats gonna get you fucked up.
Stretch gets real serious.
Stretch: But you know, I can live with all that shit. I get my ass beat day in and day out by my steppunk and the 5-0, but burning the hatchetman was over the line! For one thing, that shit cost me a paycheck on the internet, and two, symbololically or whatever, you crossed that fucking line that niggas just don't come back from.
Stretch jumps down and stumbles. He pulls a huge canister of lighter fluid out of his ridiculous JNCO pockets.
Stretch: Now, bitch ass, imma burn you. Not just burn, nah that's too easy, but for real imma set you on fire, and climb this ladder here I stole from the neighbors, and smash your lame ass through the dirt all the way to hell! Your day is coming motherfucking. I'm spinning you around on the terror wheel fucckkaaaaaa
Great milenko hahaha is heard in the background as Stretch headbangs around. A voice can be heard "GET THE FUCK IN HERE YOU LITTLE FAGGOT" as the phone shakes and cuts out.