i used to live in this ghetto ass apartment complex called fountainview (britt knows where it is). besides the fires every few months, armed robberies, drug dealing, and even murders..... i had this one neighbor who always was blasting rap music. somone called the cops on them a few times and he knocked on my door to ask if it was me. it wasnt, but i told them it was loud and annoyed the shit out of me and everyone else. so he tells me he has a rap studio in his apartment and they record all day, so i had to listen to bass from rap music shaking my apartment all day and night, sometimes it even woke me up. thankfully i moved out of there about 3 months after they moved in cause i was about to snap and start bustin bottles over niggaz heads. and the bitch below me would knock on my door and complain when i was playing the slightest bit of music, i think its because they didnt like Pantera. then i had the paranoid skittz guy upstairs who never left his apartment and on occasion scremed "IT FUCKING HURTS" till i yelled at him to stfu at the top of my lungs, and he shut up quick. it was the craziest most ghetto place i ever lived. cops always in and out, glad i got out of there.
Today my neighbors decided to play some Michael Jackson hella loud n it woke me up. I looked thru my vinyls to see which on they would hate the most. I played 2 songs from Immortals "Sons of Darkness" n they turned it off.
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Just stand there, looking at them.. ....a boom box in one hand; a glass of milk in the other.
then i had the paranoid skittz guy upstairs who never left his apartment and on occasion scremed "IT FUCKING HURTS" till i yelled at him to stfu at the top of my lungs, and he shut up quick.
it was the craziest most ghetto place i ever lived. cops always in and out, glad i got out of there.
I looked thru my vinyls to see which on they would hate the most.
I played 2 songs from Immortals "Sons of Darkness" n they turned it off.