Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Big Ghost presents....the latest inductee into the Soft Nigga Hall Of Fame











Ayo whattup its ya boy Tone Starks aka Mighty Tusks namsayin. Ayo the god back wit another inductee for the Soft Nigga Hall Of Fame nahmean. Before we unveil jus who the latest recipient of this honorable distinction is n shit...Imma give you a breakdown of how elevated this nigga pillow game is. This softboiled nigga right here been blazin trails for creamsicle ass niggas all over the world for years now yo. If you think you built  for this soft nigga'rin shit n wanna be amongst the most elite n softest niggas n have that rep for yaself like that....you got a long ass way to go if you aint THIS nigga rite here son. Word bond...this nigga weighs in at approximately 80 lbs n is delicate enough to use to polish the hood of ya car nahmean. You can use this nigga rite here to buff ya hood without scratchin the paint n give that shit a serious luster b. This nigga can shoot a string of lotion outta his wrists like he Spider Man namsayin. Son could find a broad that another nigga done left assed out n roll up n save her before she even has a chance to pull out her phone n air her ex nigga business out via her twitter n her facebook status. This nigga will recycle the fuck outta ya leftovers b. Son will sit at the table next to you at Burger King n not have no food n jus wait for you to finish so he can check to see if any french fries fell onto ya tray nahmean. Then he gon take those fries home in his pocket n wrap them individually in newspaper n have those as snacks for the next week. He gon take pictures wit those fries n write poems bout how tasty they is n shit like that. Basically he gon act like he aint never experienced a got dam french fry in his life n flaunt that shit to the world namsayin. In case you aint figure it out the french fry is like a metaphor for how this nigga is a sucka when it comes to a broad nahmean. Real talk yo. Ever wonder what desperation would look like if it was a livin breathin muthafucka wit a pulse n shit like that? Well you in luck son cos it would look like this nigga rite here yo. Nevermind the fact that son got his coonasizer set to "Mantan" at all times a day...this nigga also makes sucker for lovin a muthafuckin artform yo. The nigga is at the absolute pinnacle of softness b. Son is like the Kobe Bryant of whipped ass niggas.  This nigga jus said "no thanks" when they was handin out dignity at the door n walked rite into a lifetime of wackness n coonery son. Son aint got one cell in his body containin anything close to self respect yo. This nigga got zero decorum or pride or anything else to do wit not bein a bitchass muthafucka. This is jus summa the dumb shit that the nigga done uttered in the short time he been in the public eye yo......



“Being single doesn’t necessarily mean you’re available. Sometimes you have to put up a sign that says ‘Do Not Disturb’ on your heart.”





"Don't go, how to live my life without you, i just don't know...."





“Whenever you call baby I’ll roll up.....”





" awww baby ur the best little munchy wunchy crunchy girl in the world"



In other words yo....









So without further ado ya man P-Tone would like to present to yalls the newest inductee into the Soft Nigga Hall Of Fame.....











Wiz Khalifa-Rose




Congratulations nigga. You in a class that only the human estrogen shake Aubrey can fuck wit you in. Yall muthafuckas is like the Muhammad Ali n George Foreman of soft niggas. If yall niggas ran towards eachother n collided there would jus be a big splash n both yall niggas would be gone....n all that would be left is a puddle of lotion n some tight ass clothes on the ground n the aroma of turmoil. Anyway I aint got nothin personal against him but Imma probably have to slap the shit outta son jus based off principle alone when I see the nigga. Like I told him before...I might gon have to do some harm to him jus to restore virtue or some shit like that nahmean. So Wiz....Im gon braid ya arms together when I see you son.

Aight peace.





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