“I hit dat shiznit fo’ Youtube durin 2006. I was a funky-ass busy worker, n’ I recently upload vizzlez here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. What I didn’t give a fuck dat a shitload of tha YallTube moderators suspended a Youtube account. I holla’d at dem what tha fuck it was yo, but they wouldn’t want me to.
I was wonderin why I wasn’t allowed ta go on dat page, rather then what tha fuck it was. But just then, one of tha moderators handed mah crazy ass a piece of paper wit a gangbangin’ freestylin on dat shit. Dat shiznit was a link yo. Dude pleaded mah crazy ass not ta ask our asses bout tha secret username eva again. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Da link was a Youtube user link. Well shiiiit, it holla’d, ‘www.youtube.com/666.’ I went home afta work, n’ typed it on mah computer n’ shit. I found up dat tha account was suspended, so itz no worry.
But, when I refreshed tha pages nuff muthafuckin times, some thangs chizzled. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All of tha vizzle tags turned tha fuck into tha lettas “X 666” n’ every last muthafuckin single text up in tha screen holla’d ‘666.’ I thought one of mah thugs was jackin mah computer yo, but I denied it n’ then refreshed dat shit.
Just then, a cold-ass lil channel popped up. Dat shiznit was 666z channel. I looked at a shitload of tha vizzles, most of dem was crazy. One vizzle contained four babies twistin they head. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Another vizzle flossed swirled graphics.
I decided ta git off tha vizzle n’ went ta another one yo, but a funky-ass blank pop up was shown. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. I clicked tha blank button, n’ it took me ta another vizzle by 666.
Da vizzle was shown a dem hoes drownin tha fuck into a funky-ass blood pool n’ disgustin thangs happen.. n’ you KNOWS dis was disgusting, so I decided ta pause tha vizzle. Well shiiiit, it didn’t let me, cuz it wasn’t responding. I decided then ta close Internizzle Explainer yo, but it wouldn’t budge. I also tried ta git all up in another vizzle too yo, but it didn’t work either n’ shit.. n’ you KNOWS there was no way up until I thought…
‘Da shut down button! Of course!’ I decided ta shut down mah computer so dat tha virus wouldn’t git all up in mah computer again yo, but tha button wouldn’t work. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shut down buttons respond all tha time biaaatch! I knew dat I was hacked.
All hope was lost. I couldn’t git outta Explorer, n’ tha vizzle kept goin on n’ on. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch fo’ realz. And there was not a god damn thang ta stop mah dirty ass. Da hoe up in tha vizzle kept starrin at me, lookin all up in mah grill wit random soundz n’ whoopins playing.
Then all dat shiznit endz fo’ mah dirty ass."