How's the axeman just gonna snitch on Spalding da gawd like that? Just cause you wanna get up in Fiona's guts doesn't mean you rat on the trillest cat on the show
There's not a prosecutor, lie detector test or telepath that can get my nikka to snitch. They tortured my dude with that hot spatula and he ate that heat like Scooby snacks. I hope he cleans it before he cooks his bacon next time, doe
Back to this axeman dude, though. I like Miles Davis but I'm not about to go around killing white women over it. Dude is the original stan. When Juicy J said bands a make her dance he didn't mean jazz quartets, brehs
Get your paper up and you wont have to take the p*ssy by force with wood cutting paraphernalia. That's why I don't mind the coven shanking that nikka like Julius Caesar. But Zoe Pound had to go fukk it up
She took that absinthe to the head and wants to go mess with paranormal shyt. Stick to vodka and cranberries. Talmbout "Witch up". Witch your dumb ass down, breh
Cordelia bounced back like round ball from that acid trip. Got up the stairs on her own, pushing the cane like Malice and Pusha T
She's gonna find out about all the grimey shyt Fiona did and make her shirt match her ox-blood-colored Porsche
Marie got shooters in the coven, doe?
I knew there was something up with Cordelia's husband. Granted I first sensed something fishy after I saw him kill that pawg but that's not important
Marie put the green light on all those wiccas. I hope Queenie doesn't go out like Biggie, doe
I'm getting tired of this nikka Kyle, brehs. Dude went full retard and fukked up the Stevie Nicks