No more funny man

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That night after FTA I was still clearing my head from all the buzz and shit. I just was tryn to grasp what just happend, I told my homeboy Shark that I got his back. Then me and Victor saw Lillian walk right in, she was a complete mess. Then came in Latoya who was also a mess after her match. We were suppose to be watching our homeboy and bein supoortive of him. What did we do during that time? We were fucking around watching lesbain porno eatting chicken wings, and then getting high from the baggage of dope that I found in the washroom. We was fucked up, so much in fact that we just had no sense of what was going on and we didn't care. We were just screwin around while our homeboy James was gettin jumped by that nigga ass cock monkey who kidnapped poor Lillian and made her do all those nasty things. Man I felt like such an ass right now, I've let my homeboy Sharky down. Well now it's on, that day I decided to take matters in my own two hands. From here on out, everyone will be seeing a diffrent side of Sir Mixer, no more rapping, no more playing around, no more jokes. Until I redeem maself for letting poor James down I ain't gonna rest my black ass till I get my hands on those two jackasses Corey and Dan and break them apart and make em scream for their mommys.

For now though, I have other fish to fry. It's time I make it up to Lillian and to James, no more jokes it's time for me to ger serous.

Sir Mixer: So let tell me you how it's going down mutherfuckers! I is the G man of the team, the backbone behind this group. I'm gonna prove myself both to Shark and of course myself that I am the real deal. Let's go ahead to take a quick look at these softy wannabies for what they really are shall we? First of all Matt Young, where do I start whichu? Your a joke, a phony, a poser, there are many things that I can say that would best discribe you. Then I hear you say you gonna be IWF champion, umm yeah how matches you won in your career? Yeah I thought as much, fucking poser.
Then there's Bobby O'Day, first off what the fuck kind of name is that? With a name like yours, you outta be in a contry band or sumthin. Also like Mr. Mattitude here you too say youz gonna win the IWF title, great another fucking poser. You both make me sick, and what's worse is you have done dittly squat. All you do is brag about how you gonna be a champion, how you gonna do this, how you gonna do that. You make me wanna take my bat out and break it on yo pale white asses!

He walks around a little bit, his hat tilted to the side.

Sir Mixer: Next we have Angelle Laree really? A retired bimbo from a wresiling show that is so broke and unoriginal that three quaters of the roster is made of athletes who are way past their prime? Give me a break lady! Your a washed up has been who thinks she's all hotsy tosty all because she won a good few title matches. I wonder how much those guys at that federation paid you to suck their dicks until you drain them dry. Your style is broke, you got no class, the only thing you have going for you is you got an ass that any new boy on the block would wanna put their paws on. Of course knowing you you'd propaly let em for the right price. Makes me wonder how many guys you sleep with on a weekly basis.

He then stops walking for a moment and look directly at the camera.

Sir Mixer: Let me make this clear to you, I'm done playing around. From now on there's no more funny man for you. Your all gonna get what's coming to you and know this, once we done with you your gonna be so broken and such that you'll be begging to let us beat yo ass again! I'm done fooling around and your gonna feel the heat of Team Swag coming at ya full fucking force! When me and Victor are done with you..........your never gonna wanna mess with us eva again.

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Sir Mixer wrote:: That night after FTA I was still clearing my head from all the buzz and shit. I just was tryn to grasp what just happend, I told my homeboy Shark that I got his back. Then me and Victor saw Lillian walk right in, she was a complete mess. Then came in Latoya who was also a mess after her match. We were suppose to be watching our homeboy and bein supoortive of him. What did we do during that time? We were fucking around watching lesbain porno eatting chicken wings, and then getting high from the baggage of dope that I found in the washroom. We was fucked up, so much in fact that we just had no sense of what was going on and we didn't care. We were just screwin around while our homeboy James was gettin jumped by that nigga ass cock monkey who kidnapped poor Lillian and made her do all those nasty things. Man I felt like such an ass right now, I've let my homeboy Sharky down. Well now it's on, that day I decided to take matters in my own two hands. From here on out, everyone will be seeing a diffrent side of Sir Mixer, no more rapping, no more playing around, no more jokes. Until I redeem myself for letting poor James down I ain't gonna rest my black ass till I get my hands on those two jackasses Corey and Dan and break them apart and make em scream for their mommys.

For now though, I have other fish to fry. It's time I make it up to Lillian and to James, no more jokes it's time for me to ger serous.

Sir Mixer: So let tell me you how it's going down mutherfuckers! I is the G man of the team, the backbone behind this group. I'm gonna prove myself both to Shark and of course myself that I am the real deal. Let's go ahead to take a quick look at these softy wannabies for what they really are shall we? First of all Matt Young, where do I start whichu? Your a joke, a phony, a poser, there are many things that I can say that would best discribe you. Then I hear you say you gonna be IWF champion, umm yeah how many matches you won in your career? Yeah I thought as much, fucking poser. Then there's Bobby O'Day, first off what the fuck kind of name is that? With a name like yours, you outta be in a contry band or sumthin. Also like Mr. Mattitude here you too say youz gonna win the IWF title, great another fucking poser. You both make me sick, and what's worse is you have done dittly squat. All you do is brag about how you gonna be a champion, how you gonna do this, how you gonna do that. You make me wanna take my bat out and break it on yo pale white asses!

He walks around a little bit, his hat tilted to the side.

Sir Mixer: Next we have Angelle Laree really? A retired bimbo from a wresiling show that is so broke and unoriginal that three quaters of the roster is made of athletes who are way past their prime? Give me a break lady! Your a washed up has been who thinks she's all hotsy tosty all because she won a good few title matches. I wonder how much those guys at that federation paid you to suck their dicks until you drain them dry. Your style is broke, you got no class, the only thing you have going for you is you got an ass that any new boy on the block would wanna put their paws on. Of course knowing you you'd propaly let em for the right price. Makes me wonder how many guys you sleep with on a weekly basis.

He then stops walking for a moment and look directly at the camera.

Sir Mixer: Let me make this clear to you, I'm done playing around. From now on there's no more funny man for you. Your all gonna get what's coming to you and know this, once we done with you your gonna be so broken and such that you'll be begging to let us beat yo ass again! I'm done fooling around and your gonna feel the heat of Team Swag coming at ya full fucking force! When me and Victor are done with you..........your never gonna wanna mess with us eva again.