MC Wulf fan fiction, by Bu$ta Kapp

Yo, kick it homes. One day in that hood thurr be a mad phresh MC named MC Wulf. Yo, her rizzimes was so off that hizzy that they was all the way on tha heezy. Word, she capped mad playa hataz and did mad drugz. True dat homes, ain't nobody did more drugz den MC Wulf. So, one day MC Wulf be rollin' through tha hood in her pimpmobile on her way to her crack deala. Yo, dig this: some playa hataz started playa hatin' on dis phresh MC, so MC wulf, she all like “yo, why you gotta be frontin'?” and they was all like “yo, we ain't frontin', we grillin'. If you ain't knowin' tha difference what kind of gangsta are you?” yo, and MC Wulf be all like 'yo, I mad gangsta but I be on so many drugs I ain't tellin' no difference between frontin' and grillin' and if you be keepin' up that shiznit imma gunna put a cap all up in yo ass.” yo, this scurred them playa hataz cuz they ain't hurrd nuttin' dat crunk before. So, MC Wulf went and bought a big ole bag o drugz. And yo, this bag mad ish in it. Word. So, MC Wulf did some mo drugz and she be mad high. But then the PO-LEASE see her ridin' dirty so they be tryin' to catch her but she putta cap alll up in they ass. Yo, check it dawg. She did mo drugz. Now, all the copz in tha hood they was after her n so was all tha playa hataz cuz da plya hataz know she be dissin' them by hatin' on they hataz. But yo, they was hatin' on her game so she got mad rightz to be hatin'. I mean yo, you don't hate on a playaz game fu. It just ain't cool. Ya dig? So all tha copz and hataz was afta MC Wulf but they ain't findin' her cuz she was all up in her crib and that be havin' so much smoke yo that you ain't finding shit all up in thurr. So MC wulf, she call up her crew and be like “yo, you gotta cap these hataz for me.” so they go n kill all tha copz and hata den dey do mo drugz. But listen to did. One of tha hataz, he find MC Wulf. Den he start grillin' n she be like “Yo, stop grillin'.” den she tell him if he wanna be comin' up in her crib and playa hatin' then she gonna rap battle him. So, he spit some rhymes like dis:

yo, I be a playa hata
and I be playa hatin' you
yo dawg cuz you is a playa
so yo I be playa hatin'

then MC Wulf be like, “yo, you ain't be getting' no right to be grillin' me. Yo you spit rhymes like one of them crackaz. Then she spit some rhymes like:

yo, you be a playa hata
so i'm gonna throw you to tha alligata
then I gonna do cocaine
I throw money in tha air and make it rain
cuz yo yo, it be summa so don't expect no snow

and when he hurrd this shit this playa hata be all like “yo, I ain't wantin' to be playa hatin' on you no more.” but she like “yo, it be too late n I still gonna cap you.” so, MC Wulf capped da hata and da wurrld be free from copz and hataz foreva so all the playaz could play tha game and do mad drugz. Da end yo.