I painstakingly copy and pasted a smidge of the Divine Comedy into Gizoogle Tranzizzle, while I won't win the glorious CoF I should get honorable mentions:
Da scared sinner then resumed: ‘If you wanna peep or hear Tuscans or Lombards, I'ma make dem come yo, but let tha Malebranche hold back a lil, so dat tha others may not feel they vengeance, n' chillin here, I, whoz ass be one, will make seven appear, by whistling, as our phat asses do, when any of our asses gets out.’ Cagnazzo raised his snout, at these lyrics, and, bobbin his head, holla'd: ‘Hear tha wicked scheme dat schmoooove muthafucka has contrived ta plunge back down.’ At which Ciampolo, whoz ass had a pimped out store of tricks, replied: ‘I would be malicious indeed, if I contrived pimped outa sorrow fo' mah companions.’
Alichino, could contain his dirty ass no longer, n' contrary ta tha others holla'd ta him: ‘If you run, I'ma not charge afta you yo, but beat mah wings above tha boilin pitch: forget tha cliff, n' let tha bank be a cold-ass lil course, n' peep if you ridin' solo can beat us.’ O you dat read this, hear of dis freshly smoked up shiznit son! They all glanced towardz tha cliff side, he above all whoz ass had been most unwillin fo' all dis bullshit. Da Navarrese picked his crazy-ass moment well, planted his wild lil' feet on tha ground, n' up in a instant plunged, n' freed his dirty ass from they intention.
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