ROMEO (seeing Juliet on her balcony) (THE N@TFL*X ADAPTATION)
Daaaaaaaaayyymmnnnn! But, soft breasttessis`n sheeit! what light through yonder window breaks as a burglar in the dark? It is the east-side, and Juliet is the sun `n sheeit Yo!. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon gang-lords `n sheeit, Who is already sick and pale with an STD,That thou her maid art far more fair than she, wit dat booty `n sheeit. It be my Hoe, O, it be my Beeatch! Yo!, that she knew she were just another drugged out Hoe! She speaks, Yo!, yet she says nothing like always: what that be, PoPo? Her eye discourses `n sheeit,; I will answer it if ma lawyer be wit me. I am too bold `n sheeit, 'tis not to me she speaks, cause Ah'll, slap the Ho: Two of the fairest stars in all Compton `n sheeit, Having some bidness, do entreat her eyes To be whacked out in their spheres till they return from da beatdown Ah gave her. What if her eyes were there checkin` out my Franklins YO!, they in her head `n sheeit? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars if dey be knowin what she do to me in da dark, As daylight doth a lamp `n sheeit; her eyes in Compton would through the airy region stream so bright, `n sheeit That birds would sing like TUPAC, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand `n sheeit?! O, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek wit ma backhand `n sheeit!
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NETFLIX Adaptation:
ROMEO (seeing Juliet on her balcony)
(THE N@TFL*X ADAPTATION)
Daaaaaaaaayyymmnnnn! But, soft breasttessis`n sheeit! what light through yonder window breaks as a burglar in the dark? It is the east-side, and Juliet is the sun `n sheeit Yo!. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon gang-lords `n sheeit, Who is already sick and pale with an STD,That thou her maid art far more fair than she, wit dat booty `n sheeit. It be my Hoe, O, it be my Beeatch! Yo!, that she knew she were just another drugged out Hoe! She speaks, Yo!, yet she says nothing like always: what that be, PoPo? Her eye discourses `n sheeit,; I will answer it if ma lawyer be wit me. I am too bold `n sheeit, 'tis not to me she speaks, cause Ah'll, slap the Ho: Two of the fairest stars in all Compton `n sheeit, Having some bidness, do entreat her eyes To be whacked out in their spheres till they return from da beatdown Ah gave her. What if her eyes were there checkin` out my Franklins YO!, they in her head `n sheeit? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars if dey be knowin what she do to me in da dark, As daylight doth a lamp `n sheeit; her eyes in Compton would through the airy region stream so bright, `n sheeit That birds would sing like TUPAC, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand `n sheeit?! O, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek wit ma backhand `n sheeit!