⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᅠᅠ ELIJAH BECKHAM I’m just a man with flaws when the song ends. Parody. MDNI. Mature themes. ᅠᅠ

I quite enjoyed reading this (as you know). Very entertaining to say the least. I just know that bitch sold that video to TMZ. Secondly, I wonder where you’ll end up.

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my shoulder. I’d start again, and let this studio die along with him too, his voice the last one in my booth.]

hands while I waited for the authorities to arrive, deciding right then and there that it was time to get the fuck out of Los Angeles. If I was going to accomplish anything else I wanted to do, I needed to do it another city, without the ghosts of hip hop’s past lingering over —

immortalized, but who would take me seriously when this tragedy would loom over my name for years to come? I sigh, loosening my grip on the shirt and sweeping a hand gently over Waze’s soulless eyes, closing them for him since he couldn’t. I stared down at the blood on my —

stardom. And I would hate myself for the thought later, but I couldn’t stop it from entering my head now. His death here at my studio just might also be a death to all my dreams. The prestige, the stature I wanted was shot to shit right along with him. Waze would be —

the light leaving Waze’s eyes. Waze to his fans. Tyquan Woodson to his mother. He was going… going… gone. This morning he was number one on the Billboard Top 100 and tonight he was nothing but a chalk drawing in the making. Gone far too soon when he had just reached —

brunette groupie filming the scene with her phone, her face stark white in shock, but somehow still capable of capitalizing on the horror of the moment with footage for the tabloids] What the fuck is wrong with you? CALL 9 1 1!! [She does as she’s told now. But I already see —

staunch the blood flow. But plugging one hole was useless when he was riddled like Swiss cheese, at least four more wounds to the chest turning him into a lost cause. My body jerked when I heard a sound behind me, only for my eyes to narrow full of rage when I saw the —

bleed out before help ever came. He’d taken a bullet to the neck which was spurting still, a fountain of red taking his consciousness right along with it. With nothing else to use, I ripped off my shirt, bunching up the fabric to pin it against his neck wound, hoping to —

Shiittt, Waze, you’re going to be okay man. Hold on for me. Where the fuck is my phone? Fuck! [I’d stored my phone in a drawer hours ago so that I wouldn’t be disturbed in the middle of our session. And now I had no lifeline for him. Now he was more than likely going to —

they’d been tie dyed a single crimson color, blood pooling on the cement below and seeping along the closest cracks in the sidewalk. I dropped to his fallen body to attempt to access the damage, every curse imaginable spilling from my lips as blood bubbled in his mouth] —

Waze’s entourage seemed to have scattered in every direction. But I spotted his friend first, the one who’d been on live earlier, limping out of sight, a bullet to the leg making his escape slow. Waze however, wasn’t moving at all] Fuckk. [The artist’s clothes looked like —

behind me quickly told me they didn’t know how to follow direction. The glass windows of my lobby had been shattered by the bullet spray, and I stepped over the shards as I pushed out of the damaged entrance, tension returning to my limbs as if it had never left. The rest of —

the fan and I’d never forgive myself if one of them took a stray bullet while in the middle of choking on my cock. I’m up again, on my feet the instant the shooting stops, righting my jeans to rush towards the commotion. I yelled back for the women to stay put but a glance —

clip being emptied] GET DOWN. [I nearly knocked the two women’s heads together in my hurry to shield them, scurrying to the floor, my body sprawled over theirs as the next rounds came. I couldn’t tell if it was the same gun or if someone was returning fire, but shit had hit —

a backseat. Ecstasy would have to crawl into a cave and starve. The sound of bullets flying came out of nowhere, a loud repetitive popping that was far too close for comfort. Shots fired outside one after another, three shots that turned into seven that turned into a whole —

guiding her wet mouth on and off my dick, careful not to put too much strain on her lace front lest her wig cap peel right off her forehead. Pumping faster, I chased down ecstasy with every swing of my hips, my breaths ragged, my chest heaving. But ecstasy would have to take —

them kiss around my dick, lips sliding up and down on either side of my meat until their tongues tangled near my cockhead. I enjoyed the view and the bliss of their long licks until I ached for release. Taking over, I gripped one of the pretty little groupies by the head, —

you? [Taunting, I wound a fist in her tresses, trapping her in place while I drove into her mouth, marveling in the sound of her gurgling as I wedged in her throat, her friend dipping low to give attention to my ballsac all the while. Eventually I let them play, watching —