Lmao 4 those who didn't know what a church finger is, it's like the pointer finger old ppl use when they awkwardly walking out of church during service. It's used in awkward situations, lmfaoo google it. Example in the media.

Ion give a fuck, I never did, I never will
And that's how I fucking feel
Young Savage, forever Trill. - Webbie

RESHAWD

Chevy just pulled up to my real mom's house. "Hurry up, her crib smell like moth balls." he complains, helping me on my crutches. "Your momma smell like moth balls, nigga." I say. "Ironic how I was just saying yo momma's crib smell like moth balls though." he says. "Nigga, you fuck fat bitches who smell like moth balls then. Orange seed head ass nigga." I say.

He laughs. "Shut the fuck up before I break your jaw." he threatens. "And imma bless yo momma with this dıck and break her back with it." I say.

"Hell naw, my momma a doctor back in Chicago. She don't fuck with ugly lil boys." he says. "I know she don't fuck with lil ugly ass boys, that's why she abandoned your ugly ass and made you live in a group home when you was a lil boy." I shoot back, smiling cause I know my words cut deep.

He gets quiet. "Fuck you. That's why yo momma was a fucking crack head. Who knows, her itchy body ass could still be in love with the coco." he says, pretending to sniff cocaine off his hand.

I force a smile on my face, pretending like his words didn't just sting. "Oh, word? Yo momma was in love with the coco when she was pregnant with your one short arm, one long arm having ass. Fucking crack baby. All those disorders you got. Who the hell born with arms that's different lengths? Yo ol diagonal body having ass. Yo crackhead ass momma fucked your mentally retarded ass up while she was smoking that shit with you in her stomach. That's why your ass took all those slow classes. You took slow classes cause you got a dense ass brain. So, who's momma is really in love with the coco? Yo momma a crackhead and you a crackhead by default." I say, laughing my ass off.

I smile as he clenches his jaw, clearly mad as fuck. That's what he gets. I don't give a shit about hurting feelings, I enjoy it. I seriously get on hard when I see how bad I make people hurt. I'm mean as fuck by nature. Ion really know why though but I could care less.

His anger is funny as fuck cause he knows what I said was true. Plus, it ain't like I grew up my whole life with Chevy. He came in the picture not too long ago. I was like twelve at the time, I think. So it ain't like I'll give a fuck about his feelings like I would if this was DJ, Jay, Or Eric. Shit, I wouldn't even go this far with them cause they'll beat the brakes off my ass. But Chevy ain't got no back bone so it ain't like he gone do shit.

"Yeah, cry baby ass. Did you get your angry face from that crackhead hoe too?" I taunt him. I smile. "Hold up, I got a song. Maybe, whenever she gets married, you can walk her down the aisle with this playing." I say, going to "CoCo" on my iPhone. "I'm in love with the coco." I rap along, acting like I'm sniffing something.

He puts his dreads in a ponytail. I smile. "Did the crackhead teach you how to put your hair in a ponytail too?" I ask, laughing my ass off. I put it on everything, my dıck is standing up from this shit right now.

"Say one more fucking thing about my momma." he says. "That bitch in love with that coco, she a fein for that snow. I bet she be out there in the east side of Chiraq sucking D- boys dıcks for a hit. Shit, she probably be in every hood fucking for just a lil bit of that shit. I bet that hoe got creative ways to smoke her crack. I wouldn't be surprised if she snorted a line out your ass crack when you was a new born." I say, dying laughing.

He punches me in my jaw, rocking my body backwards. "Oh, shit! Hold up!" I yell over my blood. "Nigga, you knocked my fucking wisdom tooth out!" I yell, finna go crazy as I spit one of my teeth and a bunch of blood out of my mouth. What the hell, Chevy is weak as fuck. How did he catch me lacking like this? "Told yall asses quit sleeping on me." he says, swinging on me.

"Fuck!" I yell, trying to swing back but surprisingly, his scrawny ass strong as fuck and I can't even lie, he got hands on him. He kicks me in my head the snatches me up by my hair. "Shit!" I yell. He bangs my head on the concrete of my momma's driveway then stomps my back. This nigga beating up on a cripple nigga, ain't this shit illegal?

"Quit!" I yell, trying to get atleast one lick in. I kick him in his dıck but I swear it's like this nigga dıck made of steel cause he still punching like he didn't even feel me try to kick his shit from between his legs just then.

"Fuck, Chevy, I can't breathe!" I yell, trying to catch my breath. He kicks me in my neck then puts his foot on it. "I ought to crush yo fucking windpipe with my foot!" he yells. I glare at him. "Do it then, shit! I ain't got shit to live for no fucking way! So what, you kicked my ass, I don't give a fuck. You still an outside child and a premature crack baby with a crack head ass momma!" I snap on him. I give no fucks, I swear I'll talk shit til the day I die. I could be on my death bed like I was a while ago and I swear I'll take my last breaths after saying something slick.

"The fuck you mean you ain't got shit to live for? You fifteen! You ain't even lived yet! Where this shit came from?" he yells at me. I glare at him. "Get off me!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I hate feeling like I'm not in control, it's driving me crazy.

He punches me in my eye then stomps my mouth. He kicks me in my rib, making my body fly across the parking lot. He grabs my crutches then starts beating my ass with em. "Shit!" I scream in pain. The worse part about the hood is ain't nobody calling no cops and breaking shit up, you just forced to take it. The whole hood recording my brother beat my ass with my own crutches.

I block my face, getting whacked in my arm where it would've landed in my eye. "This how you fucking treat people, Shawd! You do people like this and prolly worse! You don't like it, do you, muufucka? Do you?" he yells, then hits me in my bloody mouth with the crutches again.

He finishes off then snatches me up and helps me. I glare at him as he glares at me. I lean on my crutches through the pain then smile. I ain't much of a fighter unless I need to. I'll let somebody beat my ass anyday but when I get my hands on any gun, I'm shutting the muufuckin city down with that shit. I hope he don't think he finna make it out of here alive right now for this shit.

Blood means nothing to me. "Fuck you smiling for?" he asks. I lift my shirt then pull my Ruger SR9. He takes off running up the street while I shoot the fully automatic gun at him, making people scream and run, duck, and get in the house. I just cleared the whole block. I smile in satisfaction then get on my crutches headed in the direction he ran in. "Yeaaaaah, mothafucka! You think you can just knock my back tooth out then beat my ass and walk away? No!" I yell, laughing as I limp around the hood searching for him.

I spot him running between some houses. He notices me then starts shooting back at me with a gun I didn't even know he had. I duck then slowly make my way away fr that area, making sure my gun is pointed. I hear leaves rumbling, then shoot in that direction. I smile, watching blood splatter. "Damnit!" I yell in frustration, noticing I only shot a fat ass house cat and not him.

A tap on my shoulder distracts me. I look up. I swear I almost shitted on myself. This nigga is in a tree hanging upside down off a branch with his gun pointed at my head and a blunt in his mouth smiling his ass off.

I take off running as he open fires at me. I don't know how I got the strength to run without crutches but shit. "The fuck, was your crackhead momma a monkey who taught you to swing from trees and shit too, nigga?" I yell, getting mad.

"No, your momma did." I hear him say. I look around. I heard him but where the hell is he is the question? My heart starts beating fast. I never realized how crazy Chevy was til now. Nigga let the Chicago come out of him, everybody know those niggas up there go ape shit. I didn't think Chevy had it in him though. I always thought he was some soft ass punk who liked to joke around. My brother is a savage, I'll give the credit where it's due.

"Fuck you! Quit hiding!" I yell. "Getting frustrated yet? You can run but you damn sure can't hide." he says. "Show yo face! Quit hiding like a hoe!" I yell. "Hiding like a hoe? I was never hiding." he says. I look right and left then turn around. I gasp in shock. He's standing five feet behind me with his gun pointed at me.

He pulls the trigger, shooting my Ruger out my hand. My eyes widen as he moves his finger back to the trigger. He walks over to my gun then picks it up then takes the clip out. "Fucking dumb ass!" he yells, then starts beating my ass with both guns in the middle of the street. My head starts spinning and everything seems black all of a sudden. "You met your match, nigga, deal with it!" he yells, still beating me. Gotdamn, he gone kill me

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YUP... SILLY ASS CHEVY HAS OFFICIALLY HANDED THAT ASS 2 RESHAWD. I KNOW SOME OF YALL WAS HELLA READY 4 HIS ASS 2 GET BEAT LMAO