Hello!
You can ask my OC Sam whatever you guys want! Hope you enjoy this! Have fun!
Sam: Hi everyone! I’m Samantha Stardust! I’m here to answer all of your questions! I hope you can enjoy your time with this. If there is anything about my friends, I will gladly accept it. And if you want them in for a certain question, that’s also allowed. Some of my friends are here right now, but i’ll only let them in here if you need something from them. There’s Deku, Todoroki, Tom, and Edd. Bakugou is in the kitchen with Kirishima, and everyone else in UA is training. I have no idea if this story will have success or not, I hope it does though. If you have anything that you want to do, that is and always will be allowed. (Dares included) I’m looking forward to your questions. Bye! I can’t wait to see what you have for us!
(( I can’t post the story until I have enough words, so I’ll just put down song lyrics I know. ))
- Song: 16 shots by Stefflon Don-
No gyal can tell me ’bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk ’bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain’t safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
You couldn’t be badder than a King-stony
Diss my mother then your skin start bleed
So don’t bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Baby, tink you bad, say ya badder than she
If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat
Rap on, pop off, make you move like freak
They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy
They gon’ put hands on a chick
They gon’ put hands on her
Eyes watchin’ when I comin’ through the door
What I’mma do, they ain’t prepared for
No gyal can tell me ’bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk ’bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain’t safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
You couldn’t be madder than Bryant, Kobe
Diss my mother then your lip won’t speak
So don’t bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Jah really think you bad, say you badder than me
If things a-go start tonight, you won’t sleep
Pop on, cut off, make ya look like creep
Dem say dem a bad gyal, but gyal dem nuh be
They gon’ put hands on a chick
They gon’ put hands on her
Eyes watchin’ when I comin’ through the door
What I’mma do, they ain’t prepared for
No gyal can tell me ’bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk ’bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain’t safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
Get 1 shot, if dem tink dem a man
Get 2 shot, if dem feel dem a don
Get 3 shot, if dem tek mi fi ediat
Get 4 shot, this a couple shot, know that
Get 5 shot, fi anybody what think dem hard
Straight, head tump, ya must drop
If you hit up the da-da-da-don
Bullets gon’ hit you wherever you are
No gyal can tell me ’bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk ’bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain’t safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
Ta-ta, ta-tah-ta
No gyal can tell me ’bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk ’bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain’t safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
-Song: Soldier, poet, king by The Oh Hellos
There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
There will come a poet
Whose weapon is his word
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David’s boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
Smeared with oil like David’s boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai, o
O lei o lai, o lei, o lai, o
O lei o lai, o lei, o lai, o
O lei o lai, o lei, o lai, o lei, o lai, o
(( Thank you! I'll be waiting for the questions! ))
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