Eric Cartman Rap Novels & Stories

“It must have been planted by the Major. As to why Charley didn’t come forward, well . . . ” Roo snorted. “Yeah, the Jewish mythical spirit of revenge, made by a black Baptist soldier, is gonna be a great figure to arrest. I’m sure the cops will be all like ‘Yo! You made of clay an’ shit? How ’bout you serve ten to twenty in a sandbox? That cool’?” “Seriously, Roo,” said Curtis. “I’m the second whitest guy in this room, next to Gallow, and I’m embarrassed for you when you do that.”

Turning their faces, they looked up at it. “So, Brody’s dead. Smashed his skull on the concrete? Big fucking deal!” He glared at the four above him. “You got your necks snapped? Your pathetic lives ended? Big fucking deal! Life sucks! My family, my money, got me off ? Got me a Get Out of Jail Free card? BIG FUCKING DEAL! That’s life, bitches. That’s POWER!” He caught his breath. “I’m Colton fucking Carryage,” he said, clenching his fists.

He drew in a lung full of air, chest puffing out and stretching the slate gray tee that clung to his body. And then, he started belting out in the loudest, most obnoxious voice, "MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD. DAMN RIGHT," he began shaking his hips and whipping his head from side to side, "IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. I CAN TEACH YOU BUT I'D HAVE TO CHARGE."

Hiroto slaps him in the back while he chokes on his words and turns to Hiroto in his familiar tyrant look "I am not fat!!!!. You're all just thin little chopstick bitches.Adam, I am supporting you, so you owe me 5 bucks; Adam and I are not fat, we're buff. You're all toothpicks that we could break in half. So clearly we're the strongest of this group. Muahahahaha!!!"Everyone including me looks at him weirdly, it's like a kid on an extreme sugar rush and a serial killer together

“They want your mate. That happened!” And let me tell you…for the first time in his life, Max poops in his pants. He went completely white and if Meredith wouldn’t be there to hold him he would have fallen on the floor. “Will you shut up, father?” Carter said and came to Max , taping his shoulder. “No one will take your mate. He was just joking.” and gave an ugly look to the old man. “What are you doing old man?’ he asked grandpa “Do you want to start a war here?”

Always with a cold voice. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Good Morning." I heard from behind me making me turn to Carton. "Good Morning–" I paused waiting for him to fill in his name. "Carter." "Carter!" I exclaimed with a smile. Instead of saying something, he moved his eyes off me and looked behind me. "Go." I watched Carter bow before he turned around and walked away leaving behind soft footsteps. "He's getting dumber by the minute." I heard Maverick mutter and I tilted my head.

Why involve me, turdhead ? “The same pack from where we “kidnapped” you ?” Kai asked. “Yes and where you asked our Dragon ride to set their young Alpha’s “hawt” ass on fire,” Jax teasingly answered Kai. “That “hawt” ass is someone’s * fake coughs * boy * fake coughs * friend now,” Dante coughed out the sentence while I glared at him. What a sick tattletale !

ball of yarn, unbinds me, laughter crumbles my walls, come undone, unravel me, you’re the only one Lyrics are back. She’s cured my writer’s block. She nudges my shoulder, drawing me from the song forming in my head. A man in a work shirt and dark pants pushes his cart towards us. The front right wheel of the cart squeaks and shakes erratically. “Thanks for coming,” Montana greets politely. “I’m not sure how this happened.” “It happens from time to time,” the man’s gravelly voice responds. “We’ve even created this handy-dandy metal tool to unlock it with.”

Thomas and make Vince suffer, let my revenge shake him to the core. * * * " Fatrez! Fatrez," Voices greeted me as I walked into class. What did I do this round? Was it my almost-red hair? " Fatbobo, fat bobo," won't they just keep quiet? Then they broke into a song that we sang during PPI, Editing the details. Uncaring Faaaatrez, uncaring Fatrez,, Uncaring Fatrez, what a wonder you are, We hate you so much, uncaring Fatrez

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal He could clear the Savannah after every meal I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind And oh, the shame (He was ashamed!) Thought of changin' my name (Oh, what's in a name?) And I got downhearted (How did you feel?) Every time that I- Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids! Oh... sorry Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze