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*
