Eric Cartman Rap Novels & Stories

Carter cooed friendly, waving at my brothers who just looked back at him blankly. "Who is this, Ryry?" "Is he your lover?" "Why ish he in a wheewchair?" "Who is the girl in the relationship?" "Did you buy me Skittles?" Some strange emotion swirled in Carter's dark eyes and soon a wholehearted laughter escaped his sexy mouth. "Hey, boys! Uhm... This is my friend, Carter. No, he isn't my lover. And no, I didn't buy Skittles, Sky. I told you I’m not going to the shop.”

I look at her weirdly before answering "bitch yesterday was my first day." "Yeah but we didn't stay most of the day so today is your first day." She trys to explain.i just nod and start the car. Perfect by cousin stizz suddenly plays through the speakers, I look at Bella to see the aux connected to her phone. We both sing but start screaming when the city girls part starts. "I'LL NEVER SNITCH ON DADDY, I'LL HOLD A BRICK FOR YOU DADDY, SMASH ON A BITCH FOR YOU DADDY, TOP OF THE RITZS, GETTIN ATE LIKE A STEAK, IMMA CREAM ON YOUR FACE LIL DADDY." We both look at each other and start laughing.

The world tilted the wrong direction and I almost tipped forward into the locker door. “Take it easy, Miss Clumsy,” Carter said, that smirk in place like it was permanently screwed into his face. He had the kind of voice that sounded devilish (yunno Lucifer the Angel with the nice voice hehe) ,Green eyes like knives (idk how on earth someone as evil as him could posses such eyes) I pulled my shoulders back and tried for a normal tone. “Last time I checked I don’t need your opinion.” Well it didn't sound as intended ( I sounded like a duck and a Chihuahua had a baby, and that baby was having a panic attack.)

He doesn't look like he's ever liked anyone in his stuck-up life. 'What's wrong with this clown?' Even Ivar who is meeting him for the first time sensed he's a stuck-up nitwit when he interrupts my thoughts to ask through our mind link. 'Search me!' I reply. 'He walks and acts like he was born with a rod shoved deep into his ass; If I ever look like that guys, shoot me, please!' I say Eric suddenly burst out laughing "What the fuck man!" He says out loud while laughing at the same time, making me wonder if he had forgotten we were talking through the mind link.

Carter, who with Barbie, fucked dozens of white sluts craving dark chocolate, Karen having seen a parade of white chicks coming and going said, as he pulled out his nine inch hammer that white women of all ages swooned over, "Here is something to worship." Karen's mouth dropped open and she gasped and before she knew it she had the black man's huge penis in her mouth. "Oh yeah, you see you dumb bitch," Barbie said, as she had her hands firmly on both shoulders, "we don't sell drugs, we fuck dumb white sluts." As Carter slowly fucked the neighbor's big mouth Kendrick rapped, 'She paid for her daddy's sins. Next time I fucked a white bitch was out in Copenhagen.' George, with a smaller but fat

Anderson finishing tuning and rock’s out. “Killer,” I throw up my hands in a rock out pose and I headbang to his beat making everyone laugh. Everly joins my headbang and Anderson plays it up. His hair makes so much sense as he bangs with us, playing a metal riff. “Enough rockstar, it’s my damn turn,” Carter balls up some paper and throws it at Anderson’s head. Carter got a new skateboard and air brush paints. He look up at his Dad and I, then nodded his head in appricatation. He is not one to show off.

Chapter 41 Jovy’s Assets MIDNIGHT PACK Tommy stared in shock, he had been having thoughts in relation to Herald’s outburst but it wasn't as pronounced as this. "Have you lost your damn mind?!” He yelled in response Carlton made an annoying scoff. “See you acting all innocent. It's not like the pain you inflict on her isn't enough to cause her death." Tommy gritted his teeth in anger. “Can you shut the fuck up Carlton?!” He spat.

R: Please tell me why I'm such a dork. C: I don't know you super well yet, but I can categorically say someone who looks like you isn't a dork, sweetheart. Little does he know, but he will totally learn. It's weird, the feeling that we've known each other for years, and I'm perfectly okay sharing things with him. R: So today in front of my class, I was using the projector to demonstrate something I was doing, and I was typing. I was supposed to type dart, and I typed fart.

"No it's not, and I'm sorry if I was occupied." "Occupied is one way of putting it. You looked like a zombie." He raised his arms, slacked his jaw, and made gurgling noises. "Look at me, I'm Riri. A zombie," he mocked. "Shut up." He straightened. "So what's the problem? We haven't seen each other much." He stared thoughtfully into space, seemingly trying to recall something. Carter stomped his foot when he remembered. "Since you came at the shop with Uno. How's everything going? She's not giving you a hard time is she?" His jaw set. His honorary brother mode was kicking in.

Faker, faker wannabe gangster on constant repeat. I tried listening to songs. Anything to get that chanting out of my head. I played track after track of the best hip hop in the world, but the chants kept creeping back into my head. Faker, faker wannabe gangster was all I heard. I could barely sleep and at school I rapped less and less and when I did, the Geek squad would hear and overpower it with their stupid chant. I started rushing away from them, trying to get away, but they followed me and kept chanting away. It was like they wanted to destroy me.