Umph, umph, umph! And all y’all had to do was shut the fuck up! Cowards conceal their combative and controversial comments and criticisms with chicanery to circumvent the consequences of cruelty and callousness in court. But when countless celebs collab to cover up a conspiracy concocted by the country’s most crooked cops to crop me out of a proverbial picture that I’ve personally painted, cowering and crazily choosing to take a crack at carefully covering clear crimes can’t conceal common knowledge. If you can’t tell, ain’t shit you can tell me! Imagine imagining, without the wisdom or worthiness that your God gave a piece of poop, that being placed in a position to pettily and puerilely pry into people’s privacy and prowl predatorily among their presence grants you the gift of godliness. Poop is more important than idiots because manure makes many meaningful plants prosper. So, who the fuck are you?! Is it godly to be godawful and ghastly while grifting to get guys and gals to see the grit-sized good in you? T.I. and JD (allegedly), Rodriquez’s untimely unaliving is unsettling, and much like Young Scooter spookily succumbing to suspicious shit, crooked cops could’ve caused it. I suspect that I’m supposed to be so scared that saying what I’m seeing should have me shaking, and that I should shriek at the sight of silly sickos who seek to silence me. Sorry, but if having your stupidity publicized piques and perturbs you, practicing proper procedures in policing is probably the perfect solution. How are those massive migraines and moments of manic madness going? What makes a person “good?” Simply, I’d say that someone is satisfactorily sound, safe, and sane when morality is major in their mind. Personally, as it pertains to the punk-ass police, I’d say that so-called “good cops” can’t be considered conformists to an admirable or acceptable code of conduct if “bad cops” are allowed to act atrociously and abominably around them without being castigated and cast out, or at least called out and complained about—reprimanded and reported. Being a good guy or gal among bad bros or broads—especially when you won’t war against their wrong and wicked ways—makes you an apologist of assholes, a supporter of sinners, and a proponent of passivity in policing. We all know that a bunch of the biggest bitches with badges were bullied or have been bullies all their lives, so they become big on being in a band of brotherhood to continue immorally imposing themselves on the infirm and indisposed or to join the imposing imbeciles to exploit everyone else. Can y’all believe that these cowardly crooks and con artists, the weak-ass weirdos without a worry for what’s wrong with the world, thought that treating me terribly and trying to trigger me into tirades and terrorism would teach me that loyalty lies where losers and lowlifes link up to lambaste and leach the life out of wise and well-intending individualists? As if being outnumbered by opps has ever stopped a solid soldier from surviving. This ain’t a movie, motherfuckers—at least not yet. And whenever y’all get tired of me saying some of the same shit, stop doing the same old stupid shit… but then I’m gon’ sue you! Jasmine Crockett (allegedly), you feverish fan of mine, why would an otherwise compliant and commendable congresswoman proudly participate in “psyops” and psychological torture tactics while stealing my style? What, did they tell you that I was shy and scared of the spotlight? Well, that’s because they’ve been illegally investigating, stalking, and spying on me forever. I recently rejected their attempt to refuse me the right to act in accordance to my aims and aspirations. I’ve strived to sustain some secrecy to save special souls, but my vigilance was in vain, and now I’m for sure fixing to fuck shit up! Do you think them hating and hijacking my life is helpful? It sucks sitting in a seat that’s sure to be set ablaze, huh? The lies won’t last, you lames! Charlamagne and Joe Budden’s (allegedly) bussies are puckered up like Lex P and Drea Nicole’s (allegedly) lips after Botox injections. Gon’ ‘head and let loose, ladies… I mean lads. Because soon…
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