As he grew older, his talents grew dimmer and slimmer, and they were already as slim as the glass dick his father puffed on, they even dissapeared just as fast as the smoke that his bitch-of-a-father blew into the toddler AL-Ice's hating ass baby face. AL-ice's thoughts of suicide grow ever more prevalent and wholly necessary in a world that is sick of hating-ass jizzum-pelicans... a world sick of spoons of crispy fried shit type of people like the late AL-Ice Peabody Heimersmith Bitch-Tits the 4th. May he forever rest in pieces of excrement and tears. Fuck you, fuck your mother, RIP.

Look at all your losses, you're a fucking loser.

AL-to Biography: Hatin' since birth, AL-Ice's whore of a mother died during child labor, only for being such a ripen cunt and, of course, penance for shitting out a baby-backed bitch from her gaping flesh wound of a maggot-infested vagina. AL-Ice's breath, smelt of doo-doo, and his raps wore that same said shit-breath as a suit of armor, going into battle against only hisself, and fighting against the swirling currents of the digital shit bucket that flushes turds like him down into it's swallowing jet stream... this, is when the world forgot about AL-Ice,

aka "the hatin' ass faggot found brutally gutted and shat upon, face down in his laptop/spaghetti-os combination of misery".