Whos D12? Ohh yea.. slim anus supposed black friends! Ha!! Fuck them all. ESHAM is an acid icon immortal and D12. Well they are no where to be found. 

PanickinMannequin said
Disrespectful little bitches who have never been in a fight or jumped in here talking a ton of shit. Left unchecked you can talk all the shit you want. Enjoy.  

Not sure if you’re talking about me, but I’ve done all of the above at a level exceeding that of most normal humans. 

And I’m not disrespecting Esham (I do that when we disagree on Twitter.. sometimes he talks shit back, sometimes we reach an agreement like men and laugh about it. It’s just internet talk. He is cool in person, usually.) 

Anyway, reminds me of a story.

I lived in a house with my brother, his girlfriend, and eventually this guy Mike when he was released from a 4 year STINT in jail. We will call him Mike M, as there are two Mike’s in this story.

It was a party house, basically. I was the youngest besides the gf, and the only one with a car (the same car I would run over Mike M with Yeats later, but that story is in another thread).. I quit my chicken house dishwashing job, and was trying to find work. My brother didn’t work at the time and his gf got a job as a bartender. She was always an introverted, hoodie-wearing insecure girl. When I got her the bartending job, she blossomed in weird ways.. her entire style of dress changed due to the tips she got. She was blonde with long dreadlocks and dudes started paying waaay more attention to her. She ATE THIS ATTENTION UP. Like sustenance. She began to dress in much less, more makeup, and discovered that she was much more in preference of the black men. She started cheating on my brother in full view of people, like dancing in the window whenever black men would walk by, making on in the street in the middle of the day. 

Safe to say that she went insane. Or else money helped the insanity show itself. My brother was tortured by it, but that’s another story. Back to Mike M. Mike M had been obsessed with the gf (let’s call her Stacy) since he knew her. Mike M is older than the rest of us, and was in love with Stacy because she is one of the only people that wrote him letters in prison. He smacked her ass once and my brother kicked him out for a night…. yes, Mike M was living with us, against my brother and my own wishes. We had to do what Stacy wanted because the house was her grandpa’s or something. So he lived with us. We got along, but there was always tension due to his obsession with Stacy and the fact she was my brother’s girl and then going with the black gentlemen instead of Mike M.

One night we had a little party, nothing crazy. Saw some more well-to-do classmates from back in school that usually wouldn’t be caught dead in the slum where we lived. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except there was this guy, Mike F. Super nice guy, but with a drinking problem. For example, he was walking around with completely urine-soaked pants that night, still smiling and trying to kick it to those fancy girls who were really enjoying the spectacle. 

At some point, ol pissy pants Mike F found himself in the bedroom with Stacy. This was adjacent to the living room. I found myself walking by, and Mike M couldn’t take the anticipation anymore and opened the door to the girl’s bedroom. We looked in.

Mike F was there, bottomless with a limp penis, beside Stacy. She looked embarrassed and then saw the rage in Mike M’s envious eyes, and said “look what he did to me”. 

In an instant, Mike M pulled Mike F out of the living room and he, my friend Jeremy, two other guys and myself were stomping the shit out of him on the porch. We kicked him off and he disappeared. 

The next morning he appeared at our door, forlorn. Instantly, Mike M pushed him out into the street to try and show off again for Stacy. But this time, Mike F was calmly defending himself with barely any effort. He was just truly upset about what happened and just wanted to talk. He barely said a word the whole time… Mike F beat Mike M in the street while we watched. Not exactly “beat”, but just kept him at bay and even did the old “pull the shirt over your head” thing to Mike M it was hilarious. Mike M said, arms stretched out “You may be a better fighter than me, but you can’t be wapin women!” (He has a funny way of talking after prison). 

I don’t recall what happened directly after that, but days later we discovered that Mike F did not in fact try to rape or co-erce anyone. Stacy was simply fooling around with him, but he couldn’t get his dick hard enough in time so when she was caught in the act, she did a spur of the moment psychological trick to get Mike M all pissed off and cause some drama. Mike F is actually a really good guy, he even asked me if my dad would hire him to be an electrical apprentice. 

But anyway, I thought I was doing good by stomping him at the time. But nope. Just stomping someone in the moment, like it was a hobby. I’m neither proud nor ashamed.

I love that story.

krunk said

Violent Js mentor esham…

might name that story As The Cuck Turns.

Wonder what this girl would name it:

  

I don’t understand you. 

Back 2 Esham; wonder what he thinks of this:

SATANISM DEMYSTIFIED

Violent Js mentor esham…

Violent Js mentor esham…

would remix this in a perfect world:

YouTube Video Rapping for Jesus TRAP REMIX

Lol, love the random old white lady in the background. 

the_patriot_smack said
out of all the pickles, I ever tried Putters is the 2nd best the very first would be ones that come from a Polish deli by me and they make them in store.

never tried Mt.Olive ones but I noticed they do sell them at Costco so next time I go there I will pick some up.  

Idk man I stopped getting Mt Olive pickles and only get Vlassic now because I got this jar of Mt Olive pickles that weren’t fully pickled yet, they were like halfway between a pickle and a cucumber and that shit was gross 🤮