this nikka
I won't even front, I was hatin'. I was like, why these monkey ass nikkas raising the fukkin' roof and bankhead bouncing in unison on some Pavlovian shyt, like some kind of remedial negro dance squad? Sit your big asses the fukk down, stupid, corny nikkas.
i bout died here. boss woulda killed me these stories are amazingly descriptive. the whole time i'm sitting here picturing the avg chicks he's squashin, picturing this dude lookin like chris off the wireRandom ass ending: last day of my freshman year I heard Devil beasting a white bytch out to Simply Red's "I'll Keep Holding On" on repeat for like a full hour. force-feeding and waterboarding motherfukkers at Guantanamo Bay - make suspected terrorists sit through that shyt and see if they don't break.