Call me son cuz i shine like one

Bought one month after launch, our PS3 died suddenly today of massive internal failure, during an episode of Pokemon XY. Because it has survived so so long, we don’t feel empty. We were so fortunate it lasted so long. It’s statistically ridiculous. But I personally came to terms with the moment long ago, and was ready for it.

Ayo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders pre-meditated Absurd! I hesitated Observe: cock and spray Hit you from a block away

Ayo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag, slice ya face, you’re it! It’s I who come by drive-thru Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2’’ I approached her “Hi boo, how you? Pony skin Louis? Oh, you fly too You a stewardess? Good ma, I fly too” Now a nigga got baking to bake Harlem Shake? Nah, I’m in Harlem shaking awake Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake I’m laughing; you couldn’t wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said “I told you so”

“Now a nigga got baking to bake
Harlem Shake? Nah, I’m in Harlem shaking awake
Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake”