Fellow wordsmith and trapstar enthusiast Ben Detrick (You can follow him on the twitter, it's worthwhile @bdetrick) often have BBM convo's where pure lava is spit. I decided to transcribe one of those exchanges.
(Nothing was changed or edited. This is seriously how we speak to each other. It's sickening.)
Me: Susan Lucci Mane
BEN:Lucchi Gotta Crazy
You seen un prophet? Shit is grimy
The lead character is an Algerian looch
Me:I’m not sure I caught anything you just said
Ben:Italian gangster flick called “unprophet”
About a 19 year old Algerian looch-alike
Me:I think you’ve told me about it before
Ben:Nah, this my first time watching it
He also has a big cut on his face
Me: Ah of course. But does he have the streets on click clock?
Ben: Well he’s getting beaten and robbed in jail at the moment
Me: So I guess it’s not exactly my biopic
Gods they sent for me
Me: I got stocks eventually
Guap for centuries
Ben: Glocks a plenty, no crocs on ben’s feet
Me:Docks are friendly, on yachts I met Meech
Ben: Vodka, lemonseed, schnaps, grenadine
Me: Wops break bread with me, pasta heavy cheese
Ben: Squash, celery ensconced in fennel beads
Lulz, this movie has a Nas song.
Me: That was fun.