Yes, that's right. I'm about to kill a bitch. But keep your fingers away from dialing 911, because I am only talking about my bitch in this game. I haven't gotten so enthralled in it yet that I'm going to take over gang territories and shoot cops on a whim. However, when driving in real life and I see a guy on a motorcycle I do get the urge to come to a skidding stop, hop out and back hand is ass off that crotch-rocket and speed off. Anyway, back to topic...
I'm getting sick of that bitch Denise. I mean, sure she gives me some good lovin, but she's too needy. Not to mention her distaste with my dancing ability. Fuck that skank! Here I am trying to enjoy my game, taking off with a sedan full of homies about to claim some land for Grove St., and this bitch calls me on the phone bitching about how I'm ignoring her. Bitch! I just dropped your fat ass off from eating some chili dogs. It's not that I don't like to do a couple drive-by's with you, but they achieve nothing. I need land! So hopefully once I get it all, I won't be bothered by my other bitch, the damn foo's who be attacking my hood. Step off Foo's!
All I want to do is claim some territories, start some gang wars, do some insane stunts, and finish some Mo-Fo missions. She's almost as bad as a real woman, I guess Rockstar made it pretty realistic. Except for the fact that my homies can't follow me for shit. Might as well not even take their pudgy asses on a mission. I'm trying to start a gang war, but they keep starting shit with people drving by. I try to tell them to stay put in some alley so I can go out and bust a few caps and once we're in the shit, then you can help me out. Damn bastards act like they're loyal, but as soon as they see a rival gang member drive by they're off. All they do is mess it up! They get cops involved and I have to start over. Damn it, Bitches be cool. Stay put, shut up, I'll call you when I need some calvary.
I mean I can't even reach a mission without a territory coming under attack or my relationship downgrading. So I'm letting the scene know, that I might soon be a bachelor. Unless of course, someone has any reasons that I shouldn't kill her, or at least a way to get her to shut up and love me anyways. "Hey CJ, when you gonna come over and show me a good time?" "Bitch, shut up! My hood, right on your damn street, is under attack. I got to run over some G's and let the exploding car blast them foo's to Hades. Then I'll pick your ass up after I pick their duckets. Besides btich, I just dropped you off literally 2 minutes ago(real world time)."
Prepare the casket Mr. Undertaker.