Eric Cartman Rap Novels & Stories

Dim lights lit up the place but not too much as he probably couldn't afford it the broke ass bitch. I heard the sound of hands clapping, and in the distance, through the darkness, Carter appeared. "Wow McCann, you can follow orders?" He asked before laughing aloud. I kept a straight face, clenching my jaw and withholding all of my anger. "Aw, silent are we? Is that what your mama taught you before she you know..." he made a motion towards a dead person, slotting his throat with his finger, trying to provoke me. "We really gonna talk about parents, Carter?" I asked, squinting m eyes and frowning as I knew he would easily feel threatened.

“Take your time. I'll just be parked somewhere and reading my book.” Carter then took my hand and we walked toward the front doors of the mall. A few kids were nearby, trying to ride their skateboards down the hand railing of the handicap ramp. One of them glanced over at us and I heard him say to his friends, “Dude. That's the guy who's on TV. He was on the news this morning. I'm pretty sure it is, anyway.”

Finally, Harvey York turned to Carter Coen. “To be a man, we stick to our words. If you want to destroy my mall, just do it. If you refuse to act on your words, you’re nothing but a sissy!” Carter’s face turned pale, and the corner of his eyes twitched. Indeed, he was a flower boy. His biggest taboo was someone calling him a sissy. However, the one who said it was this man. He didn’t dare to argue, and could only nod and bow.

Just keep holding their necks and keep selling them sex It's better if we keep them perplexed It's better if we make them want the opposite sex And disenfranchised young criminal minds In a car park beside where your nan resides Are not slow, they've just never been shown That you should be~" When the rap came up, I rap along with it. It's just I'm still in my loading state while waiting for the foods. I was nodding my head a little with the song while singing along with it. "Loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Oh, oh We're all human, we're just like you man We're sentient, or something or other

It pissed him off. “Listen up, Larson. My name is Carl Mann. Not Eric f**king Cartman. Call me by that name again, and I’ll f**king tear you apart!” Carl snarled angrily. There was nothing he hated more than being referred to by that terribly insulting nickname. Zayn smiled. “Whatever you say, Cartman.”

“don’t worry as long as I’m here everyone will learn one or two things” *clap* *clap* *clap* upon hearing it Dessa can’t believe how thick faced was John Carl as he shakes her head in a denying manner, it was seen by Jimboy, and remember how Dessa was easily convinced when the group of President Jed called her Goddess Without any warning, John Carl looks at Raymart and raised his thumb and mocked. “am I good, Homeboy?” veins appeared in the forehead of Raymart when he made him remember again how the previous group calls him “HOMEBOY”

Father and son are both rude and dumb. Whitney looked down at Jimmy and said, “You rude boy! I told you not to call me fatty again! My name is Whitney not fatty!” Jimmy opened his mouth wide open just like his father had done earlier. “What! This...This...This is fatty!,” he exclaimed and then he turned to Maverick and cried out, “Dad! What did you do to fatty!? Bring fatty back right now!!! I want fatty!!!” Maverick was stunned by his sudden outburst while Whitney glared at the short rude boy.

“That’s awful!” Carter merely shrugged. “People are scared of what they don’t understand. Especially when what they don’t understand is much stronger than them.” A quiet silence passed through us. “It does stink when we have to clean their graffiti vandalism off the sidewalks though.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “That usually happens once a week.”

So, I had to put on ice the conversation. "Mr. Denver, do you have some music?" "Of course I do." He switched on the music player and a familiar rhythm were coming from it. It was Bob Marley's Don't Worry, Be Happy. This song was meant to make people happy, but this time, it grieved me. "Mr. Denver, don't you have Skepta or Youngthug, Travis Scott or" "I do not have any of that son! Those are for gangsters, or are you a gangster, Mr. Sam?"

Nitro explained. Jake looked at Nitro and he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or not. Not even Rancid could have prepared him for these men. They were laid back, said what they thought and they really didn’t give a fuck what you thought of them. Words like house mouse and sweet butts weren’t things he was familiar with. “Fuck me,” Jake said. “She probably would, you ain’t ugly,” K-9 said, and another round of laughter erupted from the men.