A deep thinker. I feed my mind with thoughts of anger to people who I have despised for ages--and it's population is still rising.
I am one of those disturbed individuals who battle off the whole
life is a bitch shit by putting names on my hitlist, and
have already dispatched a few numbers off. You know who you are, and the thought of you thinking that one single phone call can end your living days makes me smile. Hear me out, I don't pull any strings for me to keep grudges. I don't despise you that much yet, but I hope you learn your lesson, dog. I don't talk ebonics as much as you try your darnest best to. Don't be affected, I still respect you somehow. I smile the thought of happiness--of me cooking your brains out. How deep can I get? Well not as shallow as you. One more insult about me, and another foul word about my true friends, its over. Don't be a bitch or a dick with no balls. I don't need a porcelain barbie, i need a victim to shred--and I see your name all over it. Remember ... its just a one phone call away. *evil grin* "Gangsta without reppin a gang" *peace!*
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