Guess what, muthafucka! Sometimes I stay up late n' fo' some reason feel like I have somethang horny-ass ta say. Most gangstas would just go ta chill at dis point, cuz our crazy-ass asses all know dat no one is straight-up horny bout what tha fuck our crazy-ass asses have ta say at three up in tha morning. I, however, decided ta cook up a funky-ass blog. I be bloggin like a muthafucka up in dis biatch. I’m pretty shizzle dis has happened before, n' it always followed dis pattern:
1. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stay up late.
2. Make blog. I be bloggin like a muthafucka up in dis biatch.
3. Go ta chill.
4. Make two posts over tha next few months.
5. Wonder why I done cooked up B-ta-tha-L-O-Gizzay n' delete dat shit.
2. Make blog. I be bloggin like a muthafucka up in dis biatch.
3. Go ta chill.
4. Make two posts over tha next few months.
5. Wonder why I done cooked up B-ta-tha-L-O-Gizzay n' delete dat shit.
Will dis time be any different, biatch? Dunno.
Does it matter, biatch? Nope.
Guess what, muthafucka! So how tha fuck on some lil content fo' dis post, aye?
I recently gots a ghettofab freshly smoked up watch, which was technologically mah gift fo' graduatin from High School.
I just finished mah sophomore year of college.
I certainly ludd it, n' be thinkin it can look like dope close-up. With tha aid of thaTiltShift Generator, I spiffied em up a funky-ass bit more:
Da blasted of tha bottom inner makin movess is like obviously currently servin as tha header of dis joint.
Anyhow, dis is mostly mah crazy ass just rambling… We’ll peep if dis muthafuckin headz anywhere borderline interesting…
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