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Makaveli · (05-24-2016)

The scene picks up 32,000ft above the ground travelling at 600mph, over top of the pacific ocean. Makaveli and Madison are relaxing in the first class section of the plane, trying to enjoy their flight to Hawaii. The two of them are sipping on cold Heineken watching the in-flight movie Deadpool. Makaveli looks around to be sure no one is looking and as he reaches into his carry on bag. He reaches underneath all the clothing and pulls a joint out of a hidden compartment. Chuckling to himself he turns to address Madison.

MAKAVELI: Look at what I found, that dumb bitch at security missed that one.

Madison shakes her head as Mak places the joint on his ear and pulls his bandana down to cover it, hiding it from view.

MAKAVELILHey you wanna know something?

Whats that?

I have always wanted to have sex on an airplane.

Are u serious?

Makaveli turns and whispers into Madisons ear. Then the wo of them get up and head to the bathroom stall.

One hour later...

Makaveli and Madison exit the stall. Sweat is pouring off of Mak's forehead as the two return to their leather seats and relax once more. The pilot gets over the intercom and announces that they will be landing in 10 minutes.

Inhale marihuana smoke, it's takes the pressure off of me
Outa prison not too long, and I'm already dropping g's
This union situation, will be over soon enough
Act like someone else, your a bitch I see your bluff
Run your mouthes all u want nigga, because I ain't listenin
Eyes on my diamonds, cuz you know they be glistening
Macbeth you had your month, now it is my turn to shine
I'll draw it in the sand, and dare you to cross the line
I won't have enough space, on my waist for all the gold
Send you empty handed, another sad story to be told
I'm doing you a favor, giving you something to bitch about
Heard the shit you spit, outa ideas on ways to run your mouth
I'm a fire on rocket fuel, one that you can never extinguish
So fuk off you stupid Brits, don't sound like you speak English
Maybe in England your the shit, but this ain't your little rock
Niggas ain't no challenge, could beat you using only my cock
Slap you in the face, and watch your eyes go out
When you do wake up, you'll have a foul taste in your mouth
Mind you it won't bother you, probably use to it
Might get you off, might even be too big to fit
So pack your bags before the match, you might not be walkin
I'll wire your jaw shut, so no one has to listen to you talkin

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