Clockwork: Your Time Is Up Nigga

A lil hoe sat up in her room.Her messy brown afro was put tha fuck into lil pigtails,as her hazel eyes stared all up in tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hugged her stuffed giraffe close ta her lil body,and listened closely ta tha bangin yellz of her daddy n' mother.

"I never should have had any damned kidz muthafucka! " Screamed a loud, deep voice.

"All they do is make messes, complain, draw on tha walls-" Dude was cut off by tha high, angered yell of tha hoes mother.

"Their CHILDREN, Dizzy hommie! They don't give a fuck any mo' betta playa! "

"Oh fuck me Marybeth! I DON'T wanna hear yo' bullshit excuses muthafucka! I've had just bout enough wit them!"

"And what tha fuck do you plan ta do bout it?!"

Da hoe heard bangin footsteps comin towardz her room, n' dat freaky freaky biatch hugged her giraffe closer.

Da door was violently opened, n' up in tha doorway stood her large, mad salty, overweight father.In one of his crazy-ass meaty hands, dat schmoooove muthafucka held a big-ass textbook.

"David, stop dat shiznit son! " Screamed her mother.

But tha daddy ignored his hoez pleadin cries yo. Dude grabbed tha lil hoe by tha collar, n' her big-ass booty screamed n' kicked, tremblin n' bobbin up in fear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da hoes daddy harshly held up tha textbook.

"This is fo' drawin on mah fuckin walls,

you lil biiiatch!"

Years later, tha lil girl, known as Natalie, was now 9 muthafuckin years old. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Goin all up in tha stage of puberty, dat biiiiatch was naturally a lil chubby. Like tha usual, her big-ass booty sat up in her room, watchin TV yo. Her daddy was rantin on bout some economic crap dat she straight-up could give less a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shiznit about, as she munched on some popcorn.

Bitch was also currently drawin a picture. There was a lil' bit of gore up in it yo, but strangely, she straight-up was horny bout drawin blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Well shiiiit, it gave her some weird satisfaction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Other than that,multitaskin was no problem fo' her n' shit. Well shiiiit, it became apparent ta her at a lil' age, afta havin ta do so much mad bullshit n' labor,that dat biiiiatch was able ta do all kindsa muthafuckin thangs at once. Drawin ended up bein her talent n' passion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat shiznit was her way from escapin from reality, whenever suttin' wack would rear itz skanky head n' peer in, or when dat biiiiatch was simply bored.

Bitch suddenly heard tha closin of her door, n' looked ta tha left, pausin on munchin on her popcorn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There stood her brutha Lucas; whoz ass was 14 muthafuckin years old.

"What tha fuck iz it?" Biatch could still here her fathers yellin from outside her door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Dad scarin yo slick ass?"Dude let up a cold-ass lil chuckle.

"No way. I be thinkin was both used ta his yellin by now, nahmeean?" There was a long-ass pause."So, why is you up in dis biatch."Dude seemed ta fuck wit his sleeves slightly, n' twitch a funky-ass bit. "I gotta ask you something." Dude trained his wild lil' fuckin eyes on her n' shit. she frowned slightly, growin impatient wit her brutha interruptin her porno n' drawing.

"What." Dude moved a lil closer, "Yo ass holla'd you wanted ta be cool, n' grow up like a teenager, right?" Biatch nodded, slightly brightened up suddenly.

"Well, I have a offer."

"Just spit it up you dimwit!"

"....Yo ass know what...what muthafuckas n' hoes do together sometimes, right?.."

Da next dizzle at school, Nate Dogg did not say shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did not drop a rhyme fo' tha whole day. It make me wanna hollar playa! her dope ass didn't have mah playas ta drop a rhyme ta anyways.No Muthafucka could know. No Muthafucka SHOULD know fo' realz. And so, no muthafucka would know. her mackdaddy picked up on all dem of her puzzled expressions yo, but her dope ass dissed n' dismissed it as if she just did not KNOW tha lesson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Nate Dogg also felt as if dat biiiiatch was up in severe pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had no clue it could..hurt. Feelin scared, dat biiiiatch strutted home n' silently went ta her room. But lata up in tha day, dat biiiiatch was once again n' again n' again greeted by her brother.

Nobody, would know.

At school, she finally decided ta tell one of mah thugs. Even though they weren't her playas, she just felt dat freaky freaky biatch had to. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch strutted up ta tha crew of hoes dat biiiiatch would occasionally peep up in tha hallway. They looked like sick girls, n' dem n' Nate Dogg had occasionally talked before.

"Hey...Mia.."Da ginger hoe looked over at Natalie, havin a straight face.

"Yeah?" "I uh..Straight-Up need ta rap ta you bout something.

It aint nuthin but been goin on fo' a while, n' you n' yo' playas...Well, I feel like yo' tha only playas I can trust. Mia n' her playaz seemed ta pull lil smirks,but only fo' a moment. Little did Nate Dogg know, dat they was horny fo' ghetto hype.

"Alright, you can trust us. what tha fuck up?"

Oone dizzle later, was all it took. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had been gettin constant remarks on hood networkin cribs, like fuckin Facebizzle. One time, one of mah thugs even called her a whore. Not ta mention they lunch had ended up gettin up in her hair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Dat shiznit was goin ta be tha least of her problems yo, but Natalie, bein only 9, could not help but be pimped outly upset at dis fact.

However her dope ass did not cut, her dope ass did not peep, n' she never holla'd a word bout dat shit.As you may recall, so far up in dis journey, dat freaky freaky biatch had kept every last muthafuckin thang inside. her big-ass booty supposed dat shiznit was mo' betta n' shit. dat biiiiatch wouldn't let any pain git tha dopest of her muthafuckin ass.

3AM. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. School night yo. Her mutha was goin ta bust a cap up in her n' shit. Da hoe known as Natalie, was now 16. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was productizzle up in high school, close ta tha honor role. For once, she felt calm n' horny.Though like tha usual, dat biiiiatch would occasionally become a 'hermit' up in her room, hidin away from her daddy whoz ass still was horny bout ta constantly yell n' baby bout economy, n' scrilla, n' ballistics, n' all of tha bullshit dat dat biiiiatch was flat up pissed wit hearing.

Her eyes started ta feel heavy. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had a assignment ta work on- but dat was no longer blingin ta her n' shiznit fo' realz. All dat was on her mind, was chill.Bitch closed her laptop, n' afta her eyes adjusted ta tha darknizz slightly, her big-ass booty saw her old, worn down stuffed giraffe up in tha corner n' shit. her big-ass booty stared at it, up in complete n' utta silence. memories passed all up in her mind, n' she felt tears come ta her eyes. But quickly, da hoe blinked dem back."No mo' breaking." dat dunkadelic hoe thought ta her muthafuckin ass. But dat thugged-out biiiatch continued ta stare at dat shit. "What tha fuck is you lookin at." Biatch holla'd ta tha stuffed object.It simply stared back wit soft, black beady eyes. her big-ass booty shook her head, n' stood up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked down sadly all up in tha lil toy animal, n' gently picked it up in her arms. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch cradled it, n' was rappin softly ta dat shit.

"I-I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit..." Some tears ran down her face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch pet itz rough short fur softly, as she lied on her bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! her big-ass booty slowly went ta chill.

Bitch was woken up by tha mad salty growlz of her mutha n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch tiredly opened one of her eyes.

"I can't believe I forgot ta take dat laptop away dawwwwg! Yo ass was on all dat shiznit night, weren't you, nahmean biiiatch?" Nate Dogg sighed n' pressed her grill deeper tha fuck into tha pillow, huggin her giraffe closer n' shiznit yo. Her mutha sighed, n' strutted out.Bitch took a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shower, brushed her teeth, ate some

 breakfast.Bitch then gots dressed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch put on a grey/blue hoody, wit fur on tha inside n' tha hood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! it wasn't her most straight-up bangin yo, but dat shiznit was tha only one dat thugged-out biiiatch could wear ta school, cuz of tha others bein up in tha wash. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch also put on black jeans n' some thin 'fashionable' boots.Bitch then finally went down tha stairs ta git driven ta school. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hopped up in tha car, n' her momma sped off towardz tha school.

However on tha way there, cuz of lack of chill, her big-ass booty slowly put her head against tha window of tha hoopty n' started ta drift off. her dreams; or nightmares I should say, consisted of her physical abuse as a cold-ass lil child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! secondly, tha horny-ass abuse from her own brother, Lucas, dat lasted fo' 4 muthafuckin years before dat freaky freaky biatch had tha guts ta turn his ass off. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch started twitchin n' cringin up in her chill. But her mutha took no notice yo. Her mutha never took notice.

Bitch was suddenly sharply awoken by tha sound of her mother.

"Our thugged-out asses here." Havin a annoyed tone, most likely from her chillin. she looked all up in tha big-ass sign of tha school dat read, "Walkerville-collegiate institute fo' tha creatizzle fine arts." Biatch sighed tiredly, n' stepped out, puttin her back pack on her shoulder.

"Seeya." Biatch proclaimed, closin tha hoopty door.

Bitch strutted tha fuck into tha school, n' chatted wit a cold-ass lil couple playas, until dat biiiiatch went up ta her locker on tha third floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch grabbed her books, n' before tha five minutez of time was over, she ran ta class.

Her Gangsta mackdaddy bugginly put her hand on Nataliez desk.

"Wherez yo' assignment miss Ouellette?" Nate Dogg swallowed.

"I uh- forgot it at home. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sorry,miss Homenuik." Biatch growled n' stood.

"Yo crazy-ass time is up, miss Ouellette. Don't disappoint mah dirty ass." Nate Dogg seemed puzzled by tha thought fo' a moment. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn't give a fuck why yo, but dem lyrics seemed ta melt all up in her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch simply ignored it, n' went back ta listenin ta tha lesson- fallin asleep not ta long after,of course. Lata dat day, dat biiiiatch was headin ta her locker fo' fourth period. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! When suddenly, her pimp Chris came up ta her muthafuckin ass.

"Yo, um...talk ta me afta school,alright?" Biatch smiled, gangbangin ta rap ta Chris.

Though strangely her dope ass didn't suspect anything. da thug was always such a thugged-out dope muthafucka. Durin her French class, her dope ass dared not ta pay attention. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Instead, her dope ass doodled tha thang she loved ta draw. Blood, gore, playas bein jabbed, knives, n' macabre thangz of tha such. Other playas would say dat shiznit was pretty dark of her ta draw such thangs yo, but her big-ass booty saw not a god damn thang wack wit dat shit. For a strange reason, it straight-up felt like a aiiight thang ta her muthafuckin ass.

"Miss Ouellette."

Bitch quickly covered her doodle on her paper n' looked up at her French mackdaddy quickly, tryin ta hide her fear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Uh- yeaaaa Mista MuthafuckinLeVasseur?" Dude gestured fo' her ta move her arm, wit a slight turn of his head.

"Show me yo' work." Biatch hesitantly moved her arm, ta show tha picture of one of mah thugs gettin jabbed by a crazy man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da mackdaddy stared puzzled, lookin at her a funky-ass bit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch smiled nervously.

"Erase that, n' git started on yo' work." da perved-out muthafucka holla'd up in a strangely calm voice yo. Dude strutted away, n' her big-ass booty sighed n' fuckin started ta erase tha picture.

"And miss Ouellette," Biatch looked up at his ass slightly. "

Yo crazy-ass time be almost up on gettin yo' work done. I suggest bustin it now, nahmeean, biatch? she growled all up in tha remark. time always seemed ta be against her n' shiznit fo' realz. As far as dat thugged-out biiiatch could care, time could go fuck itself.Afta class, dat biiiiatch strutted outta tha school ta find her pimp standin near tha fence on tha sidewalk. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch smiled n' strutted over, hopin her dizzle could at least be hollared up by his muthafuckin ass. But as dat biiiiatch strutted closer, her smile slowly faded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude wasn't smilin back.

"Chris-whatz wrong, biatch? What did you wanna rap ta me about?" Dude sighed.

"Natalie, I be thinkin itz time dat we..should start seein other people." Biatch felt her ass break.

"But-why?" Dude gave her a lil' bit of a stern look.

"It aint nuthin but yo' mindset.Yo crazy-ass drawings, they just...Creep me out. I be thinkin there be a straight-up suttin' wack up in yo' faaaaaace biaaatch! And tha saddest part is, is why you aint holla'd at mah crazy ass why you actin like all dis bullshit.It make me feel irresponsible.So, I just.....Can't do it no mo'. I be sorry as a muthafucka bout dat bullshit." And wit that, his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started ta strutt away.

Nate Dogg slammed her handz on tha bathroom counta at home. her big-ass booty stared at her muthafuckin ass up in tha mirror, her eye twitching. "I-I won't hurt mah dirty ass like tha others-I can stay strong-"

There was a needle n' black thread up in her hand.

"It aint nuthin but pointless; it don't help." Some weird sensation pulled at her subconscious. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch chuckled slightly.

"No...I be bustin it, cuz I WANT to." Biatch held up tha needle wit thread on tha end of it, n' her big-ass booty smirked widely.

"Time is up."

Piece afta piece, cut afta cut.

Even though excruciatin pain was goin all up in her, her dope ass did not whine. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did not whimper n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did not cry like a muthafucka.There was no mo' tears ta shed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All her dope ass did, was smile. Blood leaked from tha pierces, n' done cooked up a low drippin noise tha fuck into tha sink n' onto tha counter n' shit. When dat biiiiatch was finished, her big-ass booty stood back n' admired her handiwork. her big-ass booty stroked tha horrendous stitches on tha sidez of her grill, dat spread tha fuck into a wide smile.

Bitch felt tha warm, wet blood on her fingers,and licked it gently, consumin tha metallic tokin liquid up in pure ecstasy. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stopped when her big-ass booty saw her mothers reflection up in tha mirror behind her, n' sharply turned around.Bitch saw her mothers wide eyes n' pale face, n' she looked at her fingers, seein tha blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Biatch suddenly felt tha pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. n' her big-ass booty started ta cry like a muthafucka. "Mom??"Bitch had never felt so confused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! What had just happened ta her?

Her mutha had scheduled some therapy fo' her n' shit. Nate Dogg had not gotten rid of tha stitches, up in fear of how tha fuck much pain it would brang. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So, dat biiiiatch went ta tha therapists wit em. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch made shizzle her hood was up, as not ta let mah playas see. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sat down on tha laid back leather seat, n' stared all up in tha blond biatch across from her up in silence. "So yo' names Natalie, aint it?" Nate Dogg just nodded.

"I be Debera fo' realz. And I be here ta help. Now tell me, what tha fuck done been a shitload of yo' problems recently?" Nate Dogg stared.

"Time. Time has been mah problem." Debera gave her a cold-ass lil trippin look.

"What bout time dear?" Nataliez handz roughly gripped tha leather of tha seat.

"Everything. Well shiiiit, it make you live all up in it, slowly progressin all up in game, bein controlled by society, only ta be tortured fo' seemingly ta no end until you find you no longer gotz a purpose. It aint nuthin but a viscous circle. Time do not end, it do not slow down, it do not speed up. Well shiiiit, it is violent. Well shiiiit, it make you live all up in tha torture over, n' over again, unable ta fast forward away from dat shit."

Nate Dogg straight-up had no clue what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had just holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch felt like dat biiiiatch wasn't her muthafuckin ass no mo'. Could dis be cuz of...All tha thangs dat freaky freaky biatch had kept contained, biatch? Fuck dat shit, dat shiznit was impossible. But fo' some strange reason, she....Liked dat shit.

Da therapist leaned closer n' shit. "Sweetheart, I want you ta tell me whatz happened ta yo thugged-out ass." Nate Dogg still stared. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There was a long-ass pause. her big-ass booty smirked slightly, tha pierces from her stitches slightly openin again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Why don't you tell me blondie-Yo crazy-ass tha expert." Debera seemed ta git a lil' bit of a annoyed look." I can't help unless you tell me whatz wrong, Natalie." Her fingers started ta tear tha fuck into tha leather seating.

"Nate Dogg aint here no mo'."

With that, Deberaz eyes widened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch gots up.

"I be bout ta be right back. Please, stay here." Biatch strutted out, leavin Nate Dogg ridin' solo. Maybe if dat freaky freaky biatch had done suttin' at dis point, dat biiiiatch wouldn't have come ta be what tha fuck her ass is todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! Maybe mo' playas would be kickin it fo' realz. And maybe, dat biiiiatch would be sane again.

As much as I would ludd to, I would admit dat she gots up from dat chair, n' stopped dis all from happening. But I be obligated ta hit you wit tha horrid truth. Nate Dogg did not move. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sat perfectly still, perfectly silent, n' perfectly calm up in dat chair fo' realz. And afta a while of waitin n' impatience, her muthafathas finally strutted in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. her big-ass booty stood, aiiight ta go yo, but she noticed her muthafathas expressions. even her daddy had a strange saddened look on his wild lil' grill yo. Her mad drama grew yo, but her big-ass booty holla'd no lyrics, n' followed dem ta tha car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. On tha way where dat dunkadelic hoe thought dat biiiiatch was goin back home, her big-ass booty started ta drift off.

Strangely, dat freaky freaky biatch heard a thugged-out dark voice drop a rhyme up in her dream. Well shiiiit, it almost sounded like her muthafuckin ass, echoin tha fuck into eternal blackness.

"Yo crazy-ass time is up."

Bitch blasted awake, some beadz of sweat rollin down her face.

Bitch wasn't home. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wasn't up in tha car.

Bitch was up in a funky-ass bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! a white bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In a white room. she looked ta her side, seein dat biiiiatch was hooked up ta a ass monitor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch went ta git up yo, but suddenly realized dat biiiiatch was bonded down.

Bitch panicked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch started ta struggle yo, but paused hearin a thugged-out door ta her left open. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A playa up in a white hoodie looked at her, his handz behind his back. he almost looked like one of dem cliche doctors you would find up in some scientistical lab. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch paid full attention as 'Mista MuthafuckinScientist' started ta speak.

"Yo ass must be straight-up trippin up in dis biatch, I can imagine. But I be lettin you know was only here ta help. Yo crazy-ass muthafathas agreed ta sign a cold-ass lil contract ta hit you wit some menstrual sticky-icky-ickys ta hopefully help yo' state of mind." Biatch opened her grill ta protest yo, but was quickly silenced.

"Yo ass don't need ta worry. You'll be back ta aiiight up in no time. Just try ta chillax." Dude strutted over, n' dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta skittishly move away yo, but couldn't cuz of tha bondz of tha leather straps round her wrists n' legs. his schmoooove ass carefully took a mask, n' put it over her grill n' nose. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stubbornly tried ta git it off yo, but felt her muthafuckin ass startin ta slip under tha sticky-icky-ickys, n' her eyes slowly shut.

And suddenly, dat biiiiatch woke up.

Bitch couldn't comprehend what tha fuck tha hell dat biiiiatch was seeing.

she was bein given multiple injections, even some thangs was rubbed on her skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. she felt woozy yo, but was straight-up aware of her surroundings. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was enterin a rare state up in which some patients go all up in while undergoin surgery. They is able ta peep as they is bein hit dat shiznit on, they can feel tha pain, they dome be actizzle but they cannot respond. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat dat biiiiatch was able ta yo. Her ass rate on tha monitor started ta speed up, n' tha doctors took notice of all dis bullshit. they looked at her, seein her opened eyes.

One of tha doctors was yellin at another n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch couldn't make up what tha fuck they was sayin yo, but her big-ass booty suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch slowly started ta slip all up in her bonds, bobbin violently. One of tha doctors was goin ta hold her down yo, but was suddenly hesitant of bustin so, n' all three of tha doctors backed away. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sat on tha edge of tha bed now, n' ripped off tha mask n' tube from her arm. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gots up, n' started ta stumble towardz em. her breath hitched, n' her vision was blurry. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could make up her muthafuckin ass givin off a cold-ass lil couple crazy chuckles. But suddenly, she felt a searin pain up in her chest. she gripped where her ass would supposedly be, n' dropped ta her knees. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch coughed blood, n' fell tha fuck ta tha floor straight-up, blackin out.

Bitch raised up slowly n' groggily afta dis shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was back up in tha bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! tha doctor was chillin beside tha bed.

"Somethang went...Horribly wrong."

Bitch didn't give a fuck why yo, but she felt a tremendous amount of hatred towardz tha doctor yo. Dude took notice of it n' looked away.

"Yo ass weren't supposed ta raise up while we was givin you tha doses fo' yo' menstrual state. We aren't shizzle how tha fuck it affected yo thugged-out ass...But our crazy asses gotz a gangbangin' feelin was goin ta smoke up." Dude paused fo' a second, before takin up a lil' small-ass mirror, not lookin at her n' shit. "It happened ta have a affect on yo' appearizzle as well." Biatch looked at her muthafuckin ass up in tha mirror, n' her eyes widened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Her eyes..They were..All Out green. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch noticed her big-ass booty still had tha stitches up in her grill as well. But fo' some reason, dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't help but feel...happy.

Her ass rate started ta increase again.

Bitch gave up a low chuckle.

"hahaahhahaaaaahahaaaa...."

Da doctor looked up in shock, seein dat biiiiatch was suddenly already standin over his muthafuckin ass.

"Doctor..." her big-ass booty holla'd, still chuckling.

he trembled slightly, pressin a funky-ass button from under tha monitor "y-yes?"

"Yo crazy-ass time is up."

A bangin scream was heard all up in tha hallz of tha apparent 'hospitizzle'. Two securitizzle guardz rushed tha fuck into tha room, kickin open tha door.

Blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! was tha straight-up original gangsta thang they saw. blood on tha walls, on tha bed, on tha floor yo. Hell, even on tha ceiling. Nate Dogg Had taken tha doctor, n' strapped his ass down on tha bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! his spine was straight-up snapped, as tha bed was bend almost tha fuck into a sandwich, likely from tha adjustments one of mah thugs could make ta dat shit. blood poured from his wild lil' fuckin eyes, nose, grill, n' just bout every last muthafuckin orifice of his body fo' realz. And there, up in tha corner, was tha murderer n' shiznit yo. Happily drawin her gruesome pictures on tha wall up in blood, followed by tha phrase 'your time is up'. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch slowly turned ta peep them, a wide wild-ass grin spread across her face.

"Wuz crackalackin' playas...W-would yo thugged-out ass...Like ta play, biatch? ha...hahah...HAHAHha.." Da guardz quickly pulled up guns, when suddenly dat thugged-out biiiatch charged at one of them, bein able ta dodge his bullets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch grabbed a big-ass knife from a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sheath onto his thugged-out lil' pocket, n' slashed it right across his waistline. blood n' organs flooded out, n' his schmoooove ass collapsed ta tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch inhaled deeply, gangbangin tha damp stench of dirtnap. Da other shook wit fear, n' dropped his wild lil' freakadelic gun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch slowly strutted up ta him, n' placed tha tip of tha knife at his chest.

"Yo crazy-ass time is up." Biatch slowly slid tha knife down his chest, all tha way ta tha end of his wild lil' freakadelic gut yo. His organs spilled up onto tha floor as well, n' collapsed, dead as fuckin fried chicken.

Natalies mutha was silently chillin up in her room next ta her homeboy. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch awoke ta tha sound of knockin on her door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. she groggily gots up n' strutted outta tha bedroom, ta tha front door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Dat shiznit was straight-up pourin outside, n' thunder boomed up in tha distance. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch strutted up ta tha door, n' paused when dat biiiiatch was bout ta grab tha knob.

There was...A faint sound of crazy laughter n' shit. Da drizzle n' thunder seemed ta become on tha down-low suddenly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch pressed her ear against tha door, n' listened closely.

"Yo muthafucka, mother."

Nate Dogg burst all up in tha door, wieldin two knives up in hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Her mutha stumbled back, hittin her head against tha coat rack. one of tha hooks broke tha fuck into her skull,and da hoe bled violently from tha back of tha head onto tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. she fell tha fuck ta tha ground paralyzed yo, but still conscious. Nate Dogg towered over her yo, but slowly knelt down ta hook up tha level of her eyes, n' flossed her two knives covered up in a thick red blood.

"I was suffering, mother...." Biatch ran tha tip of tha knife across her cheek, cuttin it slightly. Nate Dogg tilted her head.

"But you did nothing." All her mutha could do was shake, n' gasp constantly like a gangbangin' fish on land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Nate Dogg grabbed her mother, n' gently set her down so her back was layin flat on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch proceeded ta sit on top of her, n' start ta cook up a V-cut on her chest.Her mutha only gasped n' shook yo, but her breaths started ta seem choked n' gurgle. Nate Dogg knew her dope ass didn't have much time left. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch proceeded ta forcibly open her chest cavitizzle wit a funky-ass bangin CRACK, n' reached up in n' grabbed her mothers ass as it slowly beat up in her hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It aint nuthin but pulses was growin dimmer n' dimmer.And suddenly, she ripped it out, blood sprayin all over her face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stared at her mutha directly up in tha grill as her big-ass booty slowly died.

"Sweet dreams" Biatch holla'd ta her mothers corpse. "Yo crazy-ass time was up." Biatch put tha ass tha fuck into her mothers grill, pattin her cheek softly, n' stood up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wasn't done yet.

Nataliez father, David, had stirred awake n' realized dat his hoe had not returned yet.

his eyes started ta adjust ta tha darkness, when da perved-out muthafucka suddenly realized Natalie, standin on his bedside, smirkin crazily wit her chronic eyes glowin up in tha darkness. Blood was all over her, n' tha scent was unbearable. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch put on a gangbangin' fake fucked up face.

"Oh dear....Mothers gone...I wonder whoz ass will git tha scrilla, biatch? HHahahaahahHA...." Biatch suddenly grabbed her fathers forehead.

"Thatz all you eva cared about, anyway." Her father, however, was a gangbangin' fighter, n' da perved-out muthafucka sprung up n' grabbed her by tha neck, n' threw her ta tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude started ta stomp on her chest until dat thugged-out biiiatch coughed blood, n' da perved-out muthafucka stared down at her muthafuckin ass.

"D-Doesn't it feel good, daddy, biatch? h-hahahaha-" Biatch coughed up mo' blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! "A-Afta all, you never seemed ta mind bustin all dat shiznit dem muthafuckin years ago, didn't yo slick ass?" Dude narrowed his wild lil' fuckin eyes.

"Yo ass aren't mah daughter." A wider smirk spread across her face, n' she looked at his ass wit her glowin eyes, as blood dripped down her grill.

"Yo ass is right. I be not." Biatch suddenly tripped him, causin his ass ta fall hard on tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gots up,knives up in hand.

"They say tha bigger they are, tha harder they fall." While da thug was winded, she grabbed a pillow n' stuffed it up in his wild lil' face, n' started ta stomp on his wild lil' face, harder n' harder, hearin bangin crackin noises afta a while. when she pulled tha pillow away, his wild lil' grill was gruesomely mutilated, n' da thug was makin muffled noises n' bustin up like a biatch up in pain.

"Whatz tha matta daddy, biatch? Pain too much fo' yo slick ass?" Biatch jabbed both knives tha fuck into his stomach, leavin dem there fo' now as she ripped off one of tha big-ass heavy wooden polez from tha bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! her big-ass booty set it down on his fuckin legs, n' took up here knives.

"Gonna need these." dat thugged-out biiiatch chuckled, n' sat on tha pole laid on his fuckin legs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, her big-ass booty started ta strutt back while chillin down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. tha weight from her body on tha pole slowly started ta squeeze his crazy-ass muthafuckin innardz up all up in his body yo. Dude started ta gag, n' blood poured from his crazy-ass grill yo. His breath was silenced, n' dat freaky freaky biatch hit a lil' bit of a snag. "hhrm, come on!" Biatch snarled as she forced her muthafuckin ass ta strutt back wit mo' weight. suddenly, his organs burst outta his crazy-ass grill.Da nasty gore piled onto tha floor on tha sidez of his wild lil' face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch nodded ta his carcass, n' started ta strutt out.

"Yo crazy-ass time was up, daddy."

finally, dis would be her most straight-up bangin part. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch on tha fuckin' down-lowly snuck down ta her brothers room, silently openin tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. blood dripped from her knife, bustin a low tappin sound as tha droplets hit tha hard wood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! her brutha wasn't up in bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was apparent dat he must be hidin somewhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch grinned.

"Oh dear brother, come now, nahmeean?.." Biatch started ta strutt inside.

"All I wanna do is ta git a lil fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. ahahahaHAAHAHAahah!" As her big-ass booty stepped up in more, she listened closely fo' any soundz fo' realz. Any breathing, any moving, she even sniffed tha air fo' his thugged-out lil' putrid scent fo' realz. And tha closer she listened, she finally noticed somethang fo' realz. A faint, breathang noise...

-WACK-

Bitch fell tha fuck ta tha ground, trembling. her brutha was behind her wit a now bloodied basebizzle bat yo. Dude was glarin down wit anger, pantin up in rage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch tried ta slowly git up yo, but dat schmoooove muthafucka hit her again, n' again, n' again.

"MOTHER ALWAYS DID LIKE YOU BEST! YOU BIZZNITCH!" Dude hit her hard one last time, before takin a funky-ass breather n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was bleedin heavily, her chronic eyes drooped n' glowin faintly up in tha darkness. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch felt weak, n' looked closer up all up in tha ceiling. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch recalled tha minutes dat freaky freaky biatch had dropped up in here, bein tortured, havin ta go all up in it fo' 4 years. lookin at dat same damned ceiling. Well shiiiit, it busted a sudden rush of juice tha fuck into her body, n' her big-ass booty started ta stand, bustin up insanely.

"hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAahahaAHAHAAHH!!!!"

Her brutha went ta hit her again yo, but used both of her knives ta block dat shit.

"YoUr GoInG tO hElL bRoThEr!!!" With a big-ass push, her big-ass booty busted her brutha flyin on tha bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude hit his head against tha wall n' growled angrily, bout ta lunge at her, when she jabbed tha two knives tha fuck into his thugged-out arms keepin dem pinned on tha wall yo. Dude screamed,and struggled rapidly.

"Letz peep what tha fuck we can use here..." Biatch started struttin round tha room, n' smirked seein a simple butta knife on his bed side. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch picked it up, n' strutted over ta his muthafuckin ass.

"They say dat tha eyes is tha softest organs on tha body..." Biatch slowly licked tha knife.

"Soft as butter." he looked up in horror, tryin ta git away, as her big-ass booty started ta dig up his wild lil' fuckin eyes wit tha knife yo. Dude shrieked loudly, n' she quickly tied a cold-ass lil cloth round his crazy-ass grill. "Now now, we can't have you wakin tha neighbors!" Dude wasn't able ta peep anything. tha pain was unbearable. blood leaked violently from his wild lil' fuckin eye sockets yo. Dude would cry yo, but was now incapable.

"Hmm..." Biatch dug round fo' mo' items, n' picked up a pair of scissors. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch strutted over ta him, crawlin over his muthafuckin ass."I be thinkin you need ta cut loose brother~" Biatch jabbed tha scissors tha fuck into his wild lil' freakadelic gut, n' his schmoooove ass cried up in a muffled scream of pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch treated his ass like arts n' crafts, cuttin all up in his skin like paper n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch lifted up his big-ass intestine, n' smirked wickedly.

"Yo ass know what tha fuck I love, biatch? Macaroni art." Biatch started ta cut tha intestine tha fuck into sections. "These might be a lil too big-ass ta put on a plate though."Bitch could hear his brutha foamin blood from tha grill. however, dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta swallow tha blood back cuz of tha cloth round his crazy-ass grill. "Doesn't dat taste good?~"Bitch licked his blood off her fingers. "I shizzle know I wanna bust a nut on dat shit." Dude let up another muffled scream. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch went down ta his cold-ass toes n' started crackin dem n' rippin them

off. One by one fo' realz. Afta a while, his screams grew futile yo. His throat was raw n' bloody by now, nahmeean, biatch? Next, dat biiiiatch hit dat shiznit on his wild lil' fingers. snappin dem n' rippin dem off slowly. Da gurglin became louder, n' da perved-out muthafucka started ta squirm yo. Dude was chokin on his own blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Biatch pulled tha cloth down, n' blood poured from his crazy-ass grill. n' turned his head ta tha side n' vomited violently. "There there brother." Biatch holla'd, pattin his head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Eat dis n' feel better." Biatch stuffed one of his wild lil' fingers up in his crazy-ass grill,makin it jam tha fuck into his cold-ass throat yo. Dude choked, n' slowly died.

"Yo crazy-ass time was up."

Da girl, known as Natalie, struttin tha fuck into her room drippin blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Off ta tha corner, her big-ass booty saw it yo. Her stuffed giraffe. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch knelt down, n' stared at dat shit. then, without a word, her big-ass booty stood back up, n' strutted ta tha bathroom. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Starin at her muthafuckin ass, covered up in blood, dat freaky freaky biatch heard a gangbangin' faint tickin noise. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked down, n' saw a pocket watch.

Bitch stared at its handz slowly turning, listenin ta tha tickin fo' what tha fuck seemed like a eternity.

she took up one of her now red knives as it heavily dripped blood onto tha counter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch grabbed tha pocket peep it, n' disassembled tha peep until only tha lil' small-ass clock was left.

"Time make you live all up in tha torture." Biatch holla'd, slowly brangin tha knife up ta her eye.

"Slowly progressin all up in game, bein controlled by society." Biatch started ta slowly dig it up in ta her eye, as tha vision up in her left eye grew blurry n' red

"until you find you no longer gotz a purpose." Biatch felt her eye start ta relent from it socket, blood pourin up in tha sink.

"It aint nuthin but a viscous circle." Biatch felt it dangle outta her socket, a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sharp pain where dat shiznit was connectin up in her head

"Time do not speed up, it do not slow down, it is violent." Biatch grabbed onto tha cord of her eye, n' tore it right off, tha eye fallin up in tha sink

"It make you live all up in tha torture over, n' over again." Biatch started ta place tha clock up in her eye.

"unable ta fast forward away from dat shit." There was a squishin sound, n' dripz of blood, until it seemed like tha clock fit perfectly up in her socket.

"I be Clockwork."

Da lil' 16 year oldschool girl, used ta be known as Natalie, strutted away from her burnin house. Da flames engulfed every last muthafuckin thang.

and inside, tha giraffe slowly burned, along wit tha carcassez of her crew.

Some say, her big-ass booty still lives on.

Carryin her insanitizzle wit her n' shit. Leavin all kindsa muthafuckin dead, sayin her dope ass decided when they time should come ta a end.

the only way ta detect her presence, is if yo' cuddled close up in tha covers at night. chillin soundly. But up in tha darkness, dat biiiiatch watches. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch determines.

Yo ass hear ticking.

and you peep a chronic flash of dat putrid clock eye.

if her ass is there.

you know, yo' time is up.