Yo, whose mans is this?! As this agent or acolyte and/or her accomplices assumed it was appropriate to play on my phone, I feel it’s fair that I force the facts to front street to figure out who the fuck she is. Having communicated with the aforementioned agent or acolyte, I’m sure she’s someone close to the conspiracy against my consciousness because she subliminally suggested that she was secretly surveilling me as we spoke. I know, right? These stalkers are seriously stupid. As for how I obtained a photo of the petty phone playmate, I’m really resourceful. Yet, the pictured person is the owner of the phone number, and someone else could’ve been the culprit of the suspicious statements. Of course, this is one of those instances where only intimate insiders are informed enough to engage, so just shush and spectate if you aren’t someone of significance in this situation. Anyhoo, Jaz, how many bitch-ass battle rappers have been backbiting and sassily sneak-dissing me? While I’m at it, if any of my other favorite female fighters are reading this, hi. And if you’re wondering, Couture has torn into a ton of you thots’ tooters, and she’s the toughest top tier talker to me. But getting back to the bitches, imagine gathering a gang of guys to gas you up as you’re getting ready to go gossip while getting all up in another gossiper’s grill. Which begs the question, what’s the difference between battle rap and “Jerry Springer?” Man… you motherfuckers are messier than most married moms. Do you know what would be wonderful work for bitches in battle rap? A tea shop—some shit where sassy niggas can sip on shit and smoke hookah while watching bitches’ battles. By the way, by “bitches,” I mean nosy niggas who’ll never notice how homo-like their habits are. Shout-out to E.K., J2, and all the down-low dudes out there doing the do! If you’re new to my no nonsense nature, I fully support the LGBTQ+ community. So, when I say that the freaky-ass federal faggots of the FBI and all affiliated agencies are monstrosities to mankind, it’s not because they’re gay—it’s because they’re fuckin’ fags. Like I said, Charlie Kirk was a casualty of the cringe-worthy cowardice of the country’s most crooked cops. They’re petty, passive-aggressive, pathetic, predatory, pusillanimous, and plenty of other p-words that people primarily put down. Do y’all realize that cashing checks or being delivered direct deposits for stalking, spying, harassing, hating, lying, lambasting, and other callous, cruel crimes and calamities doesn’t justify injustice? Rest in peace to the revered and remembered Robert Redford, another noticeable alliteration name. No, I’m not saying that the sadistic Satanists sacrificed that senior sir’s soul, but remember that Hulk Hogan and Ozzy Osbourne succumbed to the same shit, so… Because I’m not the only one observing these outward occurrences—the nonsense in the news and the dodgy, disturbing details being disbursed—I’m not embarrassed for explaining how elements from my especial experiences with these evildoers coincidentally coincide with what’s being broadly broadcasted. There have been many messages meant for me in the federal faggots’ forwarding of foolishness and fake news about Kirk’s killing. For example, mentioning murdered men like Malcolm and Martin and making them “martyrs,” suggesting that self-sacrifice is simply something that smart people succumb to, insinuates that it’s inspiring to live and die for what one stands for. So, not only are motherfuckers making a mockery of themselves by breaking their backs and begging for backup to block me from becoming what their bullshit basically brought me into, they somehow still suppose that I’m stupid. Y’all, I swear to your God, these motherfuckers are so fucking stupid that it’s stupid. It’s an “I’m at a loss for words” type of stupid—a “send someone straight to an asylum because they can’t fathom how folks can be so fucking stupid” type of stupid. The bitch-ass badge boys believe that they’re the best at bringing out the worst in people, and they’re proud to be plenty of p-words—even if the cowards can’t admit it. Kill your motherfuckin’ selves! Do you want to see how good I am at getting great shit-starters to go batshit crazy? Soon…
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