Nigga B

n-gg- b was born in pittsburgh. the public kept a safe distance from this dangerous c–n, as he recorded his first mixtape, “n-gg-z b hatin’,” which was promptly followed by the much-antic-p-ted release of “hatin’ b n-gg-z.” the fame that followed n-gg- b after these chart-topping successes spun n-gg- b into a downward, meth-induced spiral. n-gg- b went on a killing spree that lasted roughly 4 years, where he would seduce little niglet c–ns into his house, touch them, spit in their b-ttholes, and then burn them alive in his “rape dungeon.” his actions inspired his next full-length, two-track alb-m “real n-gg-z b hood n-gg-z.”

n-gg- b then looked to expand his horizons by instigating a one-man m-ss genocide against his own race. in an interview, n-gg- b remarked, “you see all these n-gg-r-c–ns? tie ’em up, and pull! she’s dead. no use for that n-gg-r.” after killing every n-gg-r in town, he went back to the studio and recorded another masterpiece, “hood n-gg-z b real n-gg-z.” after setting fire to several orphanages in africa, n-gg- b went on tour. his live performances are best known for the corny–ss rhymes and incest.

the next chapter of n-gg- b’s life remains unwritten. what will our talented, n-gg-r-hating friend do next? prophets have already foreseen many more reincarnations, murders, and violent -j-c-l-t–ns in his future. let’s all hope that when n-gg- b c-ms next, it won’t be down our throats, as i’m sure none of us want his toxic, purple c-m in our bodies.
“are you goin to n-gg- b’s candle-lit concert tonight behind the dumpster at the baseball fields? i hear he’s p-ssing out chicken sandwiches and he’s not even gonna sing!”
“ha ha ha n-gg- b isn’t real, you guys always try to get me with that sh-t.”
“shut the f-ck up yeah he is.”
“no he’s not, you guys are stupid.”
-spontaneously combusts-