naraka resident

Yeah you were just born now get over it. Get ready for floor

1 beer in and i start telling people to surrender

Wheres my toy or i'll get mad now

I ate your meal and got a headache and dizzy and got big boils and big green boils and the whooping cough and a big scream and a clogged throat and a masterful medley and a motion sickness and a tummy ache and a crammed headspace and a rotten liver and a whooping cough and a large frown and a unctuous morsel and a floundering carapace and a protected species and a clarified spine and a big head and a large pustules and a big pink and a green pustules and a vermiculated python and a processed beef and a big stinking toe

GOOFUS listens to cries for mercy in the dungeon. GALLANT knows the rack speaks the truth

palpatine’s gay so everything he did was fine 

When a book is bad, oh well, the failed artistry of one rube, maybe co-authors. But when a movie is bad, and you consider the military-like scale of production, man-hours, the money involved: you must understand, it feels like I’ve been at war with the world for 29 years.

Dont sell my girl no weed bruh, u sell it to me, i will give it to her. My girl come home, and already gotta dub bag of chronic, im not smokin with her, cause i know she fucked. Dont even drive ya girl to go get the weed “babe ima run upstairs n get it” she up there for 10-15mins u sick! If the weed dealer fuck ya girl, u gotta snitch on his whole operation b. Let me find out the weed dealer fucked my hunny, dawg im in the detective office, givin out DIMES. And while im snitchin, im throwin my girl under the bus! “Yes officer my girlfriend cops a ounce from him on every 1st sunday, in the apt on the third floor apt 3c”. And when the cops go in for the bust, im makin a citizens arrest! Cops bust in the door, catch ya girl in there butt ass naked choppin up her ounce, weed dealer tkin a shower. Detects bring u in “we got him son!….but we found ya gf in there also, she might be lookin @ 8yrs” u sickkk. U goin to the trial, ya gf in shackles cryin, u just hurt dawg! But u gotta stay strong cause she cheated on u. Weed dealer in jail HOT u snitched, nigga tellin his mans to smoke u! Weed dealer got his niggas outside ya moms house in blk vans, ya mom in the kitchen fryin chicken, they bust in the door. Pot of chicken fall on the floor, moms screamin. U at ya moms funeral, weed dealer got his niggas outside, they lettin the choppa rip! Pastor shot, grandmoms passed out. Bullet fly thru the casket hit ya moms in the rib, u hear her say “ouch” u cryin but confused cause u thought she was dead