Today, I’m torn between talking about the enormous amount of envy and enmity that these fuck-ass Fed fellows have for me and the extreme efforts that they’ve taken to tear me down, so I’ll briefly brief you on both—as if this nonsense is new. Honestly, I know why y’all are mad, and there’s “mad” reasons. First, I’m intelligent, intense, independent, and intuitive, and there’s a level of intimacy that’s intimated by those traits. The women in your lives read my blog—that showcases my sagacity, savvy, and superlative talent for making shit make sense—and their reactions to my rawness and realness really irritates your insecurities, doesn’t it? Second, you’re surveilling me and see my masculinity and mystique, which only makes matters worse, right? Not to mention how your wives and girlfriends have begun to challenge you more after discovering my blog, as they realize that you could be a much better man if you tried. Third, you’ve spent your entire lives craving and chasing validation—needing your normalcy and nothingness to be accepted and appreciated—and the fact that I don’t give a fuck about nothing that you motherfuckers think, say, or do makes you feel inferior and inadequate, huh? Again, not to mention all the attention and adoration that I receive just for being myself. So, you miserable motherfuckers are on a mission to make me feel like you, weak and worthless, but it ain’t happening! Like I said, it’s called the easy way out because it’s an effortless exit. Perishing, with your punk asses, could put an end to your problems. However, if you want to flourish but you know you ain’t shit, accepting your lack of admirable attributes is the only way to overcome your likelihood of living in a low vibrational mind state. Cease your censorious critiques, conclude your comical comparisons between yourself and others, mind your motherfuckin’ business, and try to enjoy life. Y’all, there are people out there who wake up and go to sleep thinking about how to humble me, and I don’t even know these envious enemies and evildoers. Better yet, it’s some of these birdbrained bitches job to bash and belittle “B.” Lamebrains, losers, and lowlifes love being lied to, like many of the world’s weak-ass weirdos. Is that why y’all keep listening to whatever the fuck these fidgeting and fussy feminine fools are telling you? These motherfuckers don’t know me! You can psychoanalyze and push your pathetic perceptions perpetually, but you can’t pray away your permanent punk-ass-ness, you fuckin’ pretenders! Anyhoo, people don’t listen and don’t learn, which is why I’ve let the silly simpletons who used to be around just stay stupid. Also, disrespect and disloyalty are definitely signs of dumbness, and when those behaviors become normal to numbskulls they’ll never maintain meaningful relationships. For the record, there ain’t shit that a stupid motherfucker can tell me about anything. And if you don’t like being reminded of how stupid you are, stay off my shit! “Rabbit hole is still deep, it can go further, I promise. Ain’t that somethin’ ‘B’ raps? That’s for bitch! And you Malibu’s most wanted!” Well, if you don’t know, I’m the “B” from that line. And even though Dot called me a bitch, at the fuck-ass Feds’ behest, I’m flattered. Several bars from “Not Like Us” are shots taken at me, some of which reveal the Feds’ plot to stifle my success. If I ever decided to be a rapper, I would do to Dot what Dot did to Drizzy. By the way, for the umpteenth time, I’m not a fuckin’ rapper. Again, the Buick GNX is my favorite car. I’ve written about that before, when I was just telling things that I thought people would like to know. And Kendrick stole the whole “all I ever wanted was a black Grand National” concept from me. Once more, when Dot dropped “GNX,” I started writing a song that I titled “Grand Theft Auto,” and it’s quite graphic. Y’all, this whole shit is literally unbelievable, but I won’t stop telling the truth until you believe it. And soon…
Omniscience