Post by Serotonin on Jan 12, 2021 23:49:01 GMT
whats up guys serotonin here
its chewsday innit, time to shit all over a stupid limey shorty
yer a wizard harry!
always wanted to see the sequel of harry potter when he grows up into a lesbian and put on he full leather cosplay and ride on motorcycle he clearly too bitchmade to handle.
lmfao.
nice to crack a smile cos hades knows i aint had much to be joyful about lately.
aint know what to say. seem like we fallin apart now aint it
finna open my mouth an’ tell the world how i rise, how i overcome, how i done learned for the mistakes i made
then we all get a good laugh when furious lee make me cry like a bitch and beg her to let go.
embarrassin’, really.
dont know what i gon do get out this slump. aint even wanna do it no more. same thing every week, rinse repeat.
girl can be resilient, girl aint shrinkin like them other shithouse broads i done sold down the river weeks ago, but it be hard man. hard to keep frontin up when every time you put you head above water, someone waitin with a big hammer to smack you down whack a mole style
i dont give up, aint finna start, but its back to the drawin board.
sometimes i get ahead of myself, start gettin these big ideas above my station of takin on the world. taste a bit of success and im fixin to solve poverty and disease.
so i guess i got a chance against the emo girl to start rightin some wrongs. they talkin about pushin her up to the big stories, about seein if she can really hang hang, so i know my place in this. im a tune up, i’m here to make sure she ready.
all she spose to do is turn up, all she spose to do is take her paycheck, get her win, flex her muscles and make herself look good so they get some good promo for when she next in line
seent it
aint phase me. she probably can kick my ass. michelle could too, even todrick. they all could kick my ass. im just a bigmouth kid who aint know what the fck she doin, aint i? ask ya boy dawson. he know.
guess it only matter what she do on the day, tho aint it
cos you put it down on paper, the accolades, the attributes, the experience and the record, the bettin like skew way in one direction for any fight im in, cos im small im young and im inexperienced and by fuck i lost almost every time i fought. but every day a new day, yes it is. every fight a new fight. and every week a new bitch fixin to think she got the free pass and she gon get clapped.
dru is what she called i aint even finna say the whole thing out it aint make sense to me to pronounce a c after a s.
so i hope she, dru, bring all the shit she forgot to bring when she “gave it to adi”, hope she remember to be as brutal as she forgot to be against brandon and rain and michelle, and i hope she remember to be as vile as she forgot to be when she got served in every sense of the word from the other scrawny punk runnin the halls.
also i wanna tell her to lay off the parseltongue cos i aint fuckin with it. just speak normal lady. its okay. you dont gotta pretend you cool, we past that. just come fight me, dont stop for a cry in the hallway on ya way, dont pour one out for all the homies when ya done. its just a fight.
heres to you harry potter 2021 inclusive diversity version biker broad. bring ya magic wand we gon play wit fire