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What Tha Fewk?!?!!?
Even if yo tities was fat i still wouldn't fuck that...you done told everyone and yo mama that you got some warts on yo clit and shit!...WHUT THA FUCK!??!!
What did ya think you were doin` fuckin my clean dick when your stank puss wuz infected...fewk you hoe!
*smile* Yous a liar and my dick be squecky clean and so is the best deep thoarter i know. Fakes are so easily spotted they stick out like a swollen broke hang-nailed fucking sore thumb! You wuz so easy to spot as a faker but i fucked you anyway...my fault nah, it was my dicks fault. HAHAHA...
If you got a problem with my shit then get the fuck outta here.
FAGGOT! FAGGOT! I call you that cuz you act like a bitch. Yo bitch is more of a man than you. You'z just a silly faggot. Yo girl has got your ballz by a supa tight grip. You aint acting like a man let only a juggalo, yous been acting like a juggahoe and i think you like it...yous a bitch that expects others to fucking "get" you. The only thing that gets you is your dawgs licking yo balls. You need to be tossed away inside a box, locked away and left for decomposition, and maybe you will die in...well...i'll give you 2 dayz to run outta air or maybe you will die of starvation.
TO die is to have answers answered and to understand why you lived the way you did.
WHATIF"S!?:: What if you died by man hand, hot butter knife punched through your heart, instant answers punk
What if we was chillin on a bridge and, opps, you got pushed, sorry, you fell over tha side to a nasty death...but you wouldn't die on impact you would definetly feel that water rushing in yo lungs as you went under and you gasp for "air" but geuss what , no longer is "air" there for you.
What if you were in a car accident on I-95, while getting high, you would be high as hell and then you lost control, spun into the guardrail but then flew over to the other side whil hitting three or four cars and finally hit the trees on tha other side...and i know you feel that.
Fuck death man...i spit in the face of death...i aint scurred, why are you?
there are two possible scenerios that will succumb to my demise...here they are and no fear for them both.
1) I will get lung cancer, put on from the newports that i smoke!
2) I am going to be shot by some dumbass wannabe thug gangsta that had a problem with me when he was in high skool
Bring it on bitches! Scary thought...you got one i gots way fucking more than that..could you handle it?? i doubt it yo. well here is at least one from me. I am going to get a pistol and when i turn twenty one i am getting my consealed weapons permit...might cost me a grip but i am gonna be strapped soon...within this year i am gonna carry a G-U-N everywhere i go...so stop ticking me off fools! and to think they allow crazy people like me to carry some kind of killin` machine.../HAHAHA\ CRAZY man!
well fewk it i aint got shit to spew no mo...
...i can't wait to die...my life is so, uhh BLAH!
...I am rizing in sky, i will be going to SHangri`lah
Fresh AiR
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