nikka i had a chick who told me off jump she had bipolar disorder . . . she was so bad I said "fukk it how bad can it be she acting cool RIGHT NOW"
nikka we be laying up this bytch a walk off come back with a big ass butcher knife with this crazy look in her eye and say some shyt like what if i kill myself or you what would you do? believe it or not even random crazy shyt like this wasn't enough to deter a nikka her body was perfect . . .
the last straw was when she called me one day crying say she told her fam i raped her and they called the police 
nikka i hung that phone up so quick my chest was pounding like a motherfukker I'm walking back and forth like "why did i ever fukk with this crazy bytch, i should have ran when she said she don't take her meds" keep in mind we was both in our teens at this point, it's like you don't know what the fukk to do or who to call you just sitting there like is the police on they way 
nikka was sitting there looking out the window like i stole somebody drugs or something . .all of a sudden my phone ring i see its her i pick it up this bytch is laughing talking about "hahahaha you actually believed it
im fukking with you"i again hung that bytch up she texting talking about im sorry i love you text me back
nikka i blocked that bytch like Mutombo . . .
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