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i have 10 girlfriends and they show me there boobs ur fuckin gay you porbably dont even have a girlfriend fag

Shut up nerd im 11 1v1 me pusy faget
thumps up if u agre

who u calin a loser mf' im packin heat got no seat to beat. bich niga thinku can go around teln people how 2 live niiga didnt no i was raised on the street. darktown niga reppin i got i pull a ryme so quick got da shik shit niga my raps got layers 4 da highest players


oh god my sides
im fucking saving these

Step up son, I sperm on twelve different girls asses daily

His music's got layers eh?

I think every anti-abortion argument is now invalid.

>1v1 me pusy faget
>thumbs up if u agre
MFW people don't realize this is a troll account.

I love how all the stupid shit I did as a child didn't have the potential to be well-documented.

These newer generations are gonna have a hell of a time living shit like this down.

God is dead

I don't know who to kill.

Myself or him.

His raps got layers.

Like onions.

This kid reminds me of Frankie. I think it's me-me arrow time.

>Frankie is this kid who used to ride my bus.
>Kid legitimately hates niggers. But he acts like a fucking thug, and is always listening >to rap, rap by niggers, Lil Wayne, etc.
>Dude gets in trouble almost everyday.
>I usually ignore him or laugh at him
>One day he does something that pisses me off, and I tell him to stfu
>He decides to get in my face
>I stand up with the rage of 100000 fucks not given
>Look him dead in the eye and say, "Bro, do you even lift?"
>He's like "1v1 me faget, I was raised on the skreets."
>I began my satanic chants, the windows in the bus fog up.
>Begin hearing laughter, and a voice becoming clearer
>"ONIONS. HAVE. LAYERS! ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE!
>Shrek busts through the roof of the bus, grabbing Franking and peeling the layers of flesh from his bones, I can only cry tears of joy as I see my master giving this kid what he deserves.
>He looks me in the eyes and whispers "Prepare your anus"
>"Prepared"
>Shrek is love, Shreck is life.

What the flip did thee just flipping gabble about me, thine miniscule bitch? I’ll have thee know I bested the most prestigious jousting class in the whole of Camelot, and I hath been involved in numerous secret marches on behalf of his Majesty, King Arthur, and I hath over 300 confirmed victories on horseback. I am trained in castle of Guerrilla warfare and I am indeed the highest ranking joustee in the entire land of Great Britannia. Thee are nothing to me but another false crossbearer. I will joust thine shambles with precision the likes of which hath never been observed in the King’s lands, mark my flipping words! Thou think thou can escape retribution by shouting that hogwash at me from afar? I implore thee to think again, peasant. As we converse I am contacting my secretive network of knights across the realm and thine footsteps are being traced right now, so thou best prepare thineself for the storm, pig-maggot! The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing thou call your armour. Thou art a flipping dead man. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill thou in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare lance. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I hath access to the entire arsenal of the Kings Royal Army, and I shall use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable derriere off the face of the realm, thou miniscule feaces. If only thou could have foreseen what unholy retribution your little “clever” challenge was about to bring down upon thee, maybe thou would have held thee flipping tongue. But thou couldn’t, thou didn’t, and now thee art paying the price, you goddamn fool. I shall shit fury all over thou britches and thee will drown in it. Thou art flipping dead, child.

Guys, I feel threatened. Not because he was in the least bit intimidating, but because his generation is the one that has to take care of my generation when I'm old, crapping my pants, and telling stories of the good ole days when people had common sense.