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How can I be homophobic? I blew his fuckin' brains out. This Luger will send a Christian to Hell. Shorty looked so good I used her piss as crab boil. Nutted so crazy I got 108° fever. Smokin' on Congolese Dick Wick lookin' for a signal. I went dark a long time ago. Packed her asshole so tight she pushed out a pearl. The fentanyl got me movin' like a claymation figure. Real premium French scatatooie. Money longer than KD's feet. Started off shooting dice in the cum slum learned how to load the 9 mm cannon and change the trajectory of everything. This shit ain't nothing to me man. I fuck like it's for survival as if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get, ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrustin' away. I got my cob looking like Mexican street corn. I'm so violent and sick in the head I can't tell if I want to kill my opps or fuck ‘em. Zaza got me feelin' like everything gonna be all right. Got the registered God Particle on my hip, ready to have some hickory smoked opp. Wiped the nut on my Amiri jeans and got right back to fuckin' work. Sippin' on McDonald's house red. AK sing like a castrati [Ooh ooh ooh ooh ee!]. I have no morals or belief system I have no spirituality or anything that gives my life meaning or structure. They asked me to shoot I do it. I have no character. Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her. Put a bag over his head and send him to paradise. The Xan Francisco got me lookin' and movin' like Mr. Bean. I ain't sayin' shit. Got a ruptured eardrum from havin' my ear to the streets for so fuckin' long. On a full moon I'll fuck anything. I'm smokin' on that Sumerian Quasimoto carpet bomber obsequious demon whisperer Runtz. Pussyboy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition, called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Peyton Manning. I'm a street creature. The weed will have you in purgatory screamin' for eternity. You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life, over and over and over again. I was in the Maybach grippin' the stem. Snip the banjo string roamed around Northern Cambodia with an open incision. They told me I wouldn't shake the city so I shook that shit like a cryin' toddler. Hit the gelato papaya, took a sip of the Jose, everything turned red for 8 minutes. Woke up in Geneva. Oh man, I did it again! Destroyed his bando with a solar flare. I'm in the club listenin' to the brown note. My dogs will do anything for a Newport and I mean anything. They think I'm homosexual the way I'm chasin' the sack. Whippets left me with a drool and a shit-eatin' grin. My bitch look like Timothée Chalamet. I'm a product of the gutter. I fried up some corn snake for the cuzzos. The zaza got me talkin' like Pingu. I'm the real goliath grouper. I'mma need you to suck the pigmentation out of this one young blud. Shorty ass so fat I thought I was balls deep in Kyle Lowry. I only handed back the Free World ‘cause I was bored. This blunt is overwhelmingly large. This blunt has a pulse. This blunt looks like Ray J's dick. This blunt got veins pumpin' through it. This blunt curve right at the tip. This blunt looks like it's been pushed out. This blunt has a family somewhere worried as hell. I ain't even gonna hide it no more, this blunt feels like a solid fibrous piece a shit, straight up, a big meaty piece a shit, balanced diets, lots of fruit and vegetables, would honestly float in the water, which is a sign of good health, husky little fella. The zaza got me connectin' the dots. There are bugs under my skin. I need to dig them out with a screwdriver. She broke my heart, had me shadow boxin' behind the 7-Eleven in my 2005 Cleveland LeBron jersey, Zara jeans, and some LRG shoes, windows tinted, listenin' to Tee Grizzley, smokin' on a goon rock. The bugs are back. I'm smokin' on pussy sloth. The worms in my head won't shut the hell up. They're telling me to go absolutely fuckin' stupid on ‘em. I don't even need to brandish the nine. I'm pissin' and droolin' all over myself, howlin' and itchin' to take lives, shit! I'm so excited to take lives, I'm literally covered in cock alla Shitty Boy Meechy. I can't even take care of myself when I think about this shit. Smokin' a real nuclear shit submarine. I got this shit figured out. Smoked a seven gram Backwood of shadow whisperer. Shit had me fucked up in the crib lookin' up pictures of dogs with human eyes. I got interdimensional demons droppin' the pin as we speak. They'll take anyone back over there. Unholy doses of Percocet and Hennessy got me shittin' in the bed more than the Oakland A's. I'm back to back with God, shakin' the fuckin' universe. This is an army of two. Beat his ass and send him into an improvement cycle. He look like Bandman Kevo now. This za feel like heroin. This heroin feel like za. Flashed it at the parking lot in the Lenox Mall with a serial number scratched out and everything. Threw the opp into the particle collider, watched his ass get pulled apart into a million pieces. Turned his sorry ass into some data. Stuffed her booty hole with some sour diesel and sent her on her way. That little flesh canoe got a mesquite vibe to it, perhaps an apple or cherrywood smoke. She took a chance and spread it for a Nebraska dollar. She had a whole speakeasy behind those meat curtains. The pussy has its own time signature. The bugs are back. Rings so heavy, I can't answer the phone. I don't want to kill them, shut up! I don't want to kill anybody. Put the gun down, young man. There's too much pussy out there to kill yourself. That pussy tighter than the bulletproof counter window at a White Castle. How can I be gay? My bitch is homophobic, haha! Shout out to my man [unknown]. Wagwan, big one up yourself, select a Dutty Wine road side gal me'a gonna fuck. 58% THC pre-rolled joints. Rolled in keep, had me readin' the Book of Revelation. We are indeed close. I bought her Chanel bags until there was nothin' left in her eyes. Motherfuckers live in their car and call it “van life.” Stop lyin' to yourself and just say you're homeless you stupid bum. I'm at Magic City movin' like the government. I fucked her with my And One shoes on and some Dada shorts. Eatin' Chloe Kardashian's ass like I'm dyin' and there's a second chance in there. I'm a high functioning shooter. Yeah, I'm big on astrology. I'm always lookin' at a fat dirt star every chance I get. I'm off a rhino pill ready to get my rocks off. My watch cost 50 bands and I still don't have time for you fuckboys. Pussy clot. The casualties you will suffer tryin' to fuck with me will have you thinkin' like Magnus Carlson. I need to kill! I need to kill! Rome wasn't built in a day but this 9 mm certainly was. Give me the fuckin' fentanyl. Just finished on my own stomach, time for some oxtail. I ain't gonna lie, I'm kind of feelin' myself right now, gang. We smokin' eucalyptus pigeon shit. She was awestruck, admiring the girth, the length, the texture, the vein thickness, blood flow, color, circumcision. Gave her a Venti of cum with two pumps of Drac-nut. All I'm sayin' is if I paid for the hour, I'mma get the full hour. Been fuckin' so long my cock is sanded down smooth. This chopped cheese is from Red Hook and this Glock was 3D printed in Bangladesh. This shit is international. I'm posted up at the cribo with three bitches, feastin' on some Nicaraguan nose nachos while listenin' to Rich Amiri. I'm a real glutton, ah! Went to O Block and nobody ever heard of you, slime. Woah child! Motherfucker these are not Rururemons. These are Chrome Hearts. I'm smokin' that Rasputin here ye here ye Durban poison. DJ Mustard! Let me in Dijon. Let me in! Mustard on the beat, hoe! Markieff Morris always been my favorite twin. Motherfucker, of course I have a pink tip. I come from a low frequency environment and I've only used cash my entire life. The only time I ever held a card was when I borrowed my cousin's Bank of America debit card to slice open a funnel cake at the county fair when I took my daughter there on a trip amidst a lengthy child custody battle with my ex-wife, attemptin' to prove to the judge that I'm a responsible father but we all know I'm fuckin' not. I got the kid's ears pierced at two years old and she already knows what Red Bull tastes like. I'm fucked! Judge, if you're seein' this, please let me have McKenzie back. I even wore my nice Eight-ball jean jacket to the last court hearing. I'm ready to change. That shorty spittin' my chicken and rice. I've been fully consumed by hatred, jealousy, and lust. I can't help but get thrown into a violent trance at the slightest hint of criticism or push back. Poured up with Famous Dex, started doing the nod walk. Woah, Dexter! My impulsive nature causes conflict at any given time. Like Kay Flock, I had to up it in Fashion District. Shot into the Hermès store and hit eight people. I made sure all the Birkin bags were unharmed so that the hoes don't bug out on me about it later. The zaza got me actin' inconsiderate. Give me a mattress and a fleshlight, I'll thrive anywhere. I wept for there were no worlds left to conquer. I was at the Battle of Jericho tauntin' both sides with my cock out. Taped the fleshlight to the bottom of my desk and got right into it, didn't talk to anyone for 52 hours. The 12,000 year jenkem so old, it doesn't even smell no more. Smokin' zaza like I don't believe in myself. I got to where I am today through violence. I'm thankful for it. They call me Ben Simmons ‘cause I don't play at all. Help myself and went fuckin' nuts on the fifi. Don't mind if I do. These white people are crazy, fuck ‘em! Never let these white people change you. Pistol built like Dave Portnoy. I have no backbone. I'm loyal to whoever pays the most. My character is so flawed, the only time I ever stood 10 toes on anything was on the opps throat. I was one of nine babies abandoned in the bando. My earliest memory is gettin' breastfed by the pitbull. I'm so busy shootin', I'm celibate. This shit aint nothing to me man.
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