MONOLOGUE By Lewis Hill

I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ bout weddings. I never was horny bout anythang dat involved churches, I find dem so wack. Da windows is embedded wit imagez of dead people, tha buildin itself was made by playas whoz ass is now long dead n' tha groundz is packed wit dead playas yo, but, I have ta bounce tha ♥♥♥♥ out. I gotta support mah playa whose playa is playa wit tha groom. I wish I didn’t gotta git all up in weddings, playas always be thinkin dat it’s so sick ta peep a lil' couple, startin up on game. Everyone tendz ta be thinkin dat they’ll be aiiight as can be fo' as long as they live. Of course, dis never goes ta plan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy ♥♥♥♥♥♥. There will always be fights n' tears n' break-ups. Isn’t suttin' like a third of marriages end up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' divorce, ♥♥♥♥♥♥?
Da weddin itself was just fine, tha church was as cold as a gangbangin' freezer but, fo' a funky-ass brief moment, it blew up like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ta game once tha noize started ta play. That didn’t last fo' long, tha noize gots repetitizzle n' tha organ bellowin ♥♥♥♥♥♥ started ta break me off a headache. By tha time tha bride started ta strutt down tha isle, I was desperate fo' a asprin or suttin' ta help wit mah head. Y'all KNOW dat ♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!
I was barely able ta stand ta rap along, or rather mime, tha hymns. It’s dirty I was chillin on tha back row; otherwise I may have made tha bride n' groom fell tha ♥♥♥♥ like pissed off. Y'all KNOW dat ♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! I have not a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thang against them; of course, I only know dem all up in mah playa Alex whoz ass knows tha groom. My ♥♥♥♥♥♥ head is still bangin now, as I stand here under tha bakin summer sun waitin fo' a incompetent pornographer ta line up his shot. It’s taken bout half a minute fo' his ass fo' his ass ta realise dat tha aiiight couple want part of tha buildin up in tha blasted as well. My ♥♥♥♥♥♥ right leg straight-up hurts, I gotta grab mah leg just ta stay up, n' so I hope dat I don’t gotta stand here fo' straight-up long. I need ta bounce back ta tha doggy den n' feed mah dawgs n' cook dinner fo' mah hoe whoz ass should be home like soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy ♥♥♥♥♥♥.
I straight-up be tryin ta keep mah composure, up in spit of mah leg n' tha fact dat dis suit is rather stuffy. In tha distance, I can peep some mad salty black clouds, comin ta block up tha sun, ta extinguish tha dope rays dat shine down on tha couple. If I was bein poetic, I could say dat tha cloudz will block up tha rays dat is deliverin happinizz ta tha couple. I could say that, afta tha cloudz come, tha weddin will turn sour. ♥♥♥♥♥♥, dis aint no joke.
All of tha other playas here look horny. Right back up in yo ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass. Some of dem seem as if they is truly aiiight like they have just been given a straight-up dope gift, others seem like they is puttin on a smile fo' tha happily wedded couple. I, fo' one, seem ta be tha only one dat isn’t smiling.
My ♥♥♥♥♥♥ playa’s playa, who’s called Jizzy Smizzle, has been givin me strange looks each day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Dude seems keepin feelin round up in his jacket pocket as if checkin dat something’s still there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. In fact, he’s bustin it n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. I don’t know what tha ♥♥♥♥ he’s lookin fo' yo. He’s probably just lookin fo' blunts or a wallet. I have always been fairly paranoid afta dat incident durin tha 80s.
I’m not a pimped out hustla of dat ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up in tha red dress. Well ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, it seems like she’s tryin ta take tha spotlight fo' her ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass. Right back up in yo ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass. ♥♥♥♥♥♥ be lookin like tha kind of thug whoz ass would have mo' than one freak, tha kind of thug whoz ass wouldn’t care if she left a playa wit a gangbangin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up ass just ta be wit some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ whoz ass has mo' scrilla. Da thug dat she’s wit seems like a kind-hearted chap yo, but a lil naïve.
That oldschool ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ be lookin like he’s been on tha whisky yo. Dude be lookin like he might keel over at any point. I’m surprised dat they don’t have anybody from St. John’s Ambulizzle here ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Everyone here is sick, disabled or just pretty menstrually unstable. That Jizzy Smizzle ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ has suttin' funky bout his ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass fo' realz. As well as his continual checkin of his thugged-out lil' pocket he also has a rather evil smile.
Look, tha pornographer’s finally locked n loaded fo' tha second bug moment of tha day. It make me wanna hollar playa! There it is, tha oldschool camera on tha faulty tripod which will probably collapse once again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ fo' realz. A silence has fallen all round me, like a gangbangin' flood, dem hoes is reinforcin they fake faces, locked n loaded fo' tha photo. “CHESSE!” dem hoes says, as tha bright flash of tha camera blindz me momentarily. I always did don't give a ♥♥♥♥ bout photographs, they’re so formal n' yet so informal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. At least they don’t take photos at funerals.
Now, as tha crowd begins ta disperse, I straight-up should go. I wonder what tha ♥♥♥♥ I should cook, fish n' chips, ♥♥♥♥♥♥? Wait, mah hand feels cold now, as do tha rest of body. It’s like all of tha game has been suddenly drained from mah body. I believe dat mah knees is now beginnin ta buckle. What’s this, ♥♥♥♥♥♥? My ♥♥♥♥♥♥ hand is clutchin mah face, n' there’s some red liquid on dat ♥♥♥♥. That probably explains mah sudden lack of feeling. There’s not much time left now, as I lay on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat ♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! I peep mah murderer, Jizzy Smizzle struttin round as if not a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thang as happened. Y'all KNOW dat ♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! “Don’t talk” they say, “help will arrive soon”. I doubt dat it will, every last ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thang’s movin so slowly, a gangbangin' fraction of a second seems ta take minutes. My ♥♥♥♥♥♥ vision is fadin now n' mah game is startin ta go as I lie here, up in a most slick peace.