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So I found this site that translates text into thug....

I know I going to hell for this but.

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.





And here is the Gangsterfied version.

To be, or not ta be--that be tha question: Cracka tis gangsta in tha mind ta gangsta
the sl'n n arrows of outrageous fortune
or ta takes arms against a sea of troubles
and by blingin' end thizzem with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. ta die, ta sleep--
no more--and by a sleep ta say we end
the heartache, n tha thousand natural shocks
that flesh is hizzle to. tis a consummizzles
devoutly ta be wished. ta dizzy ta sleep--
to sleep--perchance ta dream: ay, theres tha rub,
for in that sleep of death wizzle dreams may come
when we hizzle shuffled off this mortal coil,
must give us pause. theres tha respect
that makes calamity of so long life . I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon..
for who would bear tha whips n scorns of time,
th oppressors wrong, tha proud mans contumely
the pangs of despised love, tha laws delay,
the insolence of office, n tha spurns
that patient merit of th unworthy takes,
when he himself might his quietus makes
witta bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
to grunt n sweat unda a weary life,
but thizzat tha dread of sum-m sum-m afta death,
the undiscovered country, frizzom whose bourn
no pusha returns, puzzles tha W-to-tha-izzill,
and makes us killa bear those ills we hizzle
than fly ta drug deala that we knizzay not of?
Thus conscience does makes cowards of us all,
And thus tha native hue of resolizzles
Is sicklied oer wit tha pale cizzay of thought,
And enterprise of bootylicious pizzitch n moment
wit this regard they currents turn awry
And lose tha nizzy of action with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back. -- Sizzoft you N-to-tha-izzow,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all mah sins remembered.

***Warning***
I am sick so this posting may just keep growing all day.



The ghettofied Gettysburg Address

Fizzy score n seven years ago our fatha brought F-to-tha-izzorth upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, n dedicated ta tha proposizzles tizzy all men is created equal.
Now we is engaged in a bootylicious civil war, test'n gangsta that nation, or any nation so conceived n so dedicizzle can long endure with my forty-fo' mag. We is met on a bootylicious battlefield of thiznat war . Boo-Yaa!. We hizzy come ta dedicate a portion of T-H-to-tha-izzat field, as a final rest'n place fo` those who here gave they lives tizzle this nation might live from tha streets of tha L-B-C. It is brotha fitt'n n playa thizzat we should do this.

But in a larga sense, we cannot dedicate - we cannot consecrate - we cannot hallow - this ground , chill yo. The brave men, liv'n n dead, who struggled here, hizzy consecrated it, far above our poor brotha ta add or detract. The world will shawty note, nor long killa wizzy we say here, but it can playa forget what they did here. It is fo` us, tha liv'n, killa ta be dedicated here ta tha unfinished wizzy which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced upside yo head.

It is ratha fo` us ta be here dedicated ta tha bootylicious tizzay doggy stylin' before us, that friznom these honored dead we takes increazed devotion ta tizzle cause fo` which tizzle gizzy tha last fizzy measure of devotion; thizzay we here highly resolve thizzat these dead shizzall not have died in vain; thizzat this nation, unda God, shiznall have a new birth of freedom, n tizzle this government of tha people, by tha people, n fo` tha thugz shall not perish fizzle this earth . You gotta check dis shit out yo.



Say goodbye to your childhood.



I am not sure I have ever felt so white....



Culture is cool and stuff....





Now remember I am not a skin head.



Yeah I think I have found a new fav. site.



And still the what will my new handle be continues, so far I have three suggestions.