Nigga B was born in Pittsburgh. The public kept a safe distance from this dangerous coon, as he recorded his first mixtape, "Niggaz B Hatin'," which was promptly followed by the much-anticipated release of "Hatin' B Niggaz." The fame that followed Nigga B after these chart-topping successes spun Nigga B into a downward, meth-induced spiral. Nigga B went on a killing spree that lasted roughly 4 years, where he would seduce little niglet coons into his house, touch them, spit in their buttholes, and then burn them alive in his "
Rape Dungeon." His actions inspired his next full-length, two-track album "Real Niggaz B Hood Niggaz."
Nigga B then looked to expand his horizons by
instigating a one-man
mass genocide against his own race. In an interview, Nigga B remarked, "You see all these nigger-coons? Tie 'em up, and pull! She's dead. No use for that nigger." After killing every nigger in town, he went back to the studio and recorded another masterpiece, "Hood Niggaz
B Real Niggaz." After setting fire to several orphanages in Africa, Nigga B went on tour. His live performances are best known for the corny-ass rhymes and incest.
The next chapter of
Nigga B's life remains unwritten. What will our talented, nigger-hating friend do next? Prophets have already
foreseen many more reincarnations, murders, and violent ejaculations in his future. Let's all hope that when Nigga B cums next, it won't be down our throats, as I'm sure none of us want his toxic,
purple cum in our bodies.
"Are you goin to
Nigga B's candle-lit concert tonight behind the dumpster at the baseball fields? I hear he's
passing out chicken sandwiches and he's not even gonna sing!"
"Ha ha ha Nigga B isn't real, you guys always try to get me
with that shit."
"Shut the fuck up yeah he is."
"No he's not, you guys are stupid."
*spontaneously combusts*