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Hit Em Up Freestyle - T.H.U.G.S - 09-09-2021
[It opens up to a room that was reminiscent of Tupac’s Hit Em Up video with the white walls and a top projector of the exploits of the Bastards and Dissentients. JB and Tommy are in their THUGS jersey and black jeans, as we see JB talking to some TNGB knockoffs who pose for the camera awkwardly.]
What’s up bastards, I know you got it all
You got the belt, you got the clout, and fame
How much will it go down in flames soon?
I don’t really think that I can’t hate too much
Since you both are what makes this division cool
I mean, if you both could rob the OCW tag belts off
then you both can pawn it off with the quickness
You can grind up the Marf and Lycana in the grinder
but you need a reminder that we tougher
Since we rebels to the society you guys bring
y’all better off in the sell out department
since your merchandise is on 4chan
Don’t be meaning to be dissing but your
faces need to be fixed in
Our stocks we sold to BoB died along ago
just like the fact Robert had his named changed
I can’t believe that kids would even buy our shit
when we are the ones who get sued
You both might have all the world kissing your ass
well pucker up T looks like we need to bow down
We need to know who they think they are
with so much smoke they don’t need to see Pop
but the Weasel needs to be popped in the head
Smacktalkin is the game right, well I anit bout that
I’m more likely to whip asses of two Trailer Park boys rejects
who even can’t hang with Sam Losco on a bad night
Money talks, bullshit walks when I see you both lurking
I can see why BOB is still marching with you both at the helm
since they are nothing more then strays in the alleyways
i’m kinda glad we left em, because we’d be in your shoes
but we aren’t in the same league which is fine by me
So TK and Bobby, go get the Duck Sick by Page for me
[Then we hear “FUCK THUGS” in unison in the background, as Tommy rolls up to the knock off Dissentients, who were doing some kinda “blood ritual” until he came into ruin it, as he talks to them.]
Where’s the highway Marf, where’s the Gun Lycana?
all I see is a fake Bonnie and Clyde who need to die
I see why Bastards made you both sound like punks
because all I see is just two soul in the graveyard at night
I would piss on your gravesite but it’ll feel too good
So I need that Rainbow Laser Death to be completed on
the both of you, even Jolie-Pitt couldn’t even handle it
I’m not sorry fo putting my hands on tits of the wolf
since she didn’t mind it, so I don’t feel too bad
I am not going to lie, this whole thing is so sublime
if you don’t catch what I am saying, my verses anit for you
I am the snowman with the heart of coal in your furnace
so please take your time when you try to burn it inside
all I will do is rise in the ashes, and see nothing but misery
All I see is to end this so called beef with Bonnie and Clyde
since all they do is preach about death in their words
if they want death, then I won’t be responsible for it
because they barking up the wrong tree sayin we anit
apart of this death experiment they call X-Treme Rulez
I can’t say that we’ll advance in their game, since we suck
so we don’t give a fuck about flexing how better we are
compared to the likes of you and Bastards
All we need to do is prove how hardcore we be in the ring
it wouldn’t matter who wins the belts since’s all a game
and a game that we know we anit gonna win
[Then it shows THUGS in a prison outfit standing in a red cell with bars on top. Tommy then hold up the same bat TK used on him, as he does a C-Walk as JB spits a verse.]
Like T said we anit gon win this shit, we anit stressing
we can take a pinfall or a submission and laugh
at all the drama we caused against everyone in our way
we don’t need to feel like we are the champions
since we don’t get a fair shake in the world of wrestling
So if we come out on top, the only reason is eat the potato
as we hit em up with our own style of expression
we can take the money and run as the Bastards hold their belts
and Disenchanted can handle their guns in the ring
We can be Sly Cooper in the night as we watch em tear one another
apart for the sake of one side affair in the ring
I can’t lie to myself, it’ll be the moment of the making of Bonnie and Clyde
since they they don’t wanna die in the ring PLO Style
I want to break em off something proper, make them realize we anit
just some fly by night team they can ignore
While the Left Hand tried to jack me up against your own
all I did was laugh and tell em fuck off me
So now you both gon learn what it means to fuck wit a Thug
[Tommy comes in with his verse, as he hits the TK bat on the steel bars.]
Fuck bout us not being involved
Fuck not sellin the same merch
Fuck not being able to have heat
We don’t need heat as we the oven
so I will bake Piggie Bobby
and feed em to xbux whore TK
All I can say is not to underestimate us
we aren’t the best team on the roster
but we get the job done like Top Gun
So tell the mortuary guy to burn them ashes
because we Thuggin it to the death y’all
We anit holding back from nothing you slang at us
we aren’t afraid to go to war for piece of tin
since that it was all planned upwards to us to do
Like what JB said everyone is going to learn
what it means to fuck wit a Thug
[Then we see them back at the white walls where we hear “FUCK THUGS” in unison once again, and they are in the same outfit from the start. The decide to let them know what’s going on.]
“For those that be thinking we aren’t good enough to hang with the Bastards and Designators—- The Dissentients, good believe in that type of view. We can’t blame y’all for being so designated to think that these two teams are better than us, well i guess we aren’t in good hands to win the match. But really, does it really matter at the end? Ask me… does it really matter at the end who wins?”
“Nope…”
“What he said was true, we aren’t in that position to be holding something that is catered to someone else’s pet project, we are authentic, we are too raw and real for this match to begin with. In this X-Treme rules environment, me and Tommy with thrive on shit like this; broken bones and bloody faces get me too hyped to not forget about it. Let me not say that we are afraid to get hurt, and broken… we already seen thing neither team had experienced in their time in the XWF, what they see is a short term goal of fame and adulation with a mixed sense of thinking that their you know what don’t stink.”
“They think they are way better then they are…”
“They show a sense of pride and prejudice against us…”
“The people show them more love and chances against us…”
“Overall, we might not be the ones to lead the tag division to the promise land of thugonometry in our wake of our destruction between these two teams. All I can say is that we promise to make sure to put them on the injured side of the payola of XWF’s payroll. Have them take some time away from XWF, and have them understand that this isn’t a game of who’s the better team. This is life or death in North Carolina, a no man’s waste land in the Football field for the masses.”
“Pretty much means, we can do whatever we want to both of you in that field with no repercussions… maybe Bastards are right to call the local homes, because we planning on making you all dressed in all black with a closed casket to match. We will pay your families a visit after the tears of joy wipe out of our faces.”
“As much we don’t like to wish death upon others… it looks like we need to do the right thing and end both of y’all at night. Maybe, you will see the light of THUGS in your dark views as we just lay in our messages straight to your heart and soul. Shit, I might spare us the beat down and let Bastards get one over you both Marf and Lycana as a favor for last time, even if we don’t fuck with them on a personal level.”
“So to the Bastards and Discontents…i mean whatever the hell your mystical name is… be ready for us to fuck up that stadium in all red soon.”
[Then it ends with the THUGS leaving the set, as the scene fades to blood red.]