About Me
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Profile Generator(Very Important!! If I requested you,and you’re all like: "Who the hell is this guy?", you might wanna click the "If I requested you read this" link,SERIOUSLY! Other than that ,Welcome to the Official Roach Mega Myspace page.)Who the hell is this guy?! I’m Glad U asked...Read On.(The Realest Shit I Ever Wrote)I AM.....I am a 28 year old rap artist from Detroit,Michigan.I love my city.I am from Fenkell Avenue,and I will represent that until I am no more.I love my hood.I am a stand up guy.I am open minded.I am laid back.I am trustworthy.I am loyal.I am real.I am hilarious.I am a gamer.(Xbox 360 Gamertag: Roach Mega 313)I love my beer.I smoke,I drank.I cannot stand fake ass people,liars,haters,racists,thieves,cowards,and snitches.I am a homosexual.Don’t worry.You won’t become one by reading this page,listening to my music,shakin’ my hand,hangin’ out with me,or being my friend.What might happen if you’re straight is people will ask you: "Why are you friends with that guy?,he’s gay!".And if you can’t say:"So what,he’s cool with me." then fuck you and your weak ass friends!! FACT: I will still fuck a bitch for 2 reasons and 2 reasons only: (1) She’s a bad bitch.And I have to admit,god made some really hot women.And if one of them wants to bone me,let’s do it.Because it feels good to be sittin’ in a bar shootin’ the shit,drinkin’ some brews and lookin’ at all these dudes spendin’ all their cash on a broad,and talkin’ their shit about what they wouldn’t give to hit that,winin’ and dinin’ the chick and they ain’t gettin’ nowhere.And I can sit back and say,"I fucked her,HARD! And I didn’t spend a dollar! Ha Ha Ha!" That’s funny to me.(2) If you call yourself my friend and choose to fuck over me.I WILL fuck your bitch,REALLY HARD!! Because revenge is sweet.And there’s nothin like bangin’ YOUR bitch’s brains out,in YOUR house,in YOUR room,in YOUR bed,and then watchin’ YOUR shit talkin’ lips kiss HERS that I just had MY dick all in after YOU get home from work! Don’t get it twisted.Yeah I’m gay,but I’m not a punk.I don’t back down,I don’t know how to.I don’t talk soft or with a lisp.I’m not limp wristed.I don’t "switch" when I walk.and I’m not knockin’ those that do.You do you,and I’ll do me.I am a MAN.I like sports and cars and drinkin’ and huntin’ and fishin’ and a host of other shit we as men like.And I like BEARS.If you wanna know more about that check me out on Bearforest.com,or Bearciti.com,or Biggercity.com.I am ThugcubMI on all of them.Other than that,don’t test me.I am from the streets,I am strapped,and if need be,,,I will fuckin’ bury you.I’m a G.I shouldn’ve had to say all that.I’m not tryin’ to be a hardass.I bleed just like you and I have my day comin’ too.Those who know me know how I roll.My city can vouch for me.That was for those who don’t know, and are thinkin of pressin’ their luck.I wouldn’t do that if I were you.I have been through alot of bullshit in my lifetime.I have done some dumb shit.I’m probably gonna do some more.I have been shot.I have been cut.I have been stole on.I have been charged,arressted,booked,sentenced,and locked up.I did my time.I went from sittin’ on top of the world:nice ride,nice clothes,nice jewels,nice crib,havin’ stacks of G’s in my pocket,and bein surronded by people I thought were my friends that loved me.To bummin’ a ride,wearin’ the same clothes for days,pawned jewels,no crib,not a dollar to my name,and bein’ all alone.I fell.And I fell hard.I am glad that happened to me.Because....I was lost.Before that time in my life,I had always been ME.Not caring what people thought about me.Bein’ original.Bein’ different.I changed.I started dressin’ how everybody else I was gettin’ money with was dressin’.Actin’ like they acted.Talkin’ like they talked.I became "material".Like so many of today’s youth,and that’s not me.I pushed away everybody that really cared about me to be around people who didn’t give a shit about ME.They just liked me for what I had.Material shit.And Money.And when that stopped commin’,so did the calls,and the concern.I couldn’t get work from employers or these cats I showed mad love to when I was on.I was depressed.I was suicidal.I gave up.I thought it was over,but....I have friends in low places.and Jesus is alright wit’ me.And I’m so thankful for them.I love them and I owe them.I couldn’t believe they were still there,but I should’ve known it.I showed them love when I was on top because they were real like me. I felt them.And I felt them reachin’ out tryin’ to grab me as I was fallin’.But it was too late,I was fallin’ too fast;It was inevitable.But they stayed down and stayed real.They showed that love right back.They made sure I was eatin’.They made sure I had somewhere to sleep.They made sure I could still go out for the night and do it big like I used to and hang without a dime in my pocket.They put me in the stuido and said,"We believe in you.Fuck everybody else that promised you deals and studio time.All those people that kept sayin’ you had talent but never invested in you when you were down and you told them what you needed to get your music out here and heard.FUCK THEM ALL!! Put the headphones on,check the mic,and let loose when the beat drops.".They reached out their hands and yanked me back up.I am on my feet now.I was fucked over and forgotten by those I thought were my Family & Friends.I’ve learned :)I’m smarter now.I still have minor injuries from the fall but...I’m back.And I’m Madder than a motherfucker!I’m connected.I’m a Hustler.I’m a Solider.I’m a Grinder.I’m in love with a stripper.I told you I was hilarious.I am on Myspace to meet cool people.To let people that are interested in me to get to know me,listen to my music,or get at me.I hope I didn’t scare you away.I hope you feel me.There are many like me.Standard dudes from the streets that are gay.You never would think so.Just because they’re a big dope dealer,or a killer,or a banger,or just a regular dude,you fear or respect that and take it for what it’s worth.I’m not sayin’ everyone is,don’t put words in my mouth.But some of them are.And instead of being themselves they’d rather put up a front, they lie.They try to be somethin’ they’re not.Or they hide in closets because they’re afraid.Afraid of losin’ their "Street Cred" or respect.Afraid of losin’ their family and friends or jobs if anybody found out.Don’t worry.Your secret is safe with me.But me...I ain’t afraid of shit.I have been through it all.I already lost everything,including myself.I found myself though.And now it’s us against the world.I don’t give a flyin’ fuck what you think of me.I just ask that you respect me for bein’ real.I’m just doin’ me.I have alot of real friends now.I have many more enemies now.Fuck them.They will be delt with.I have a new album out.I think you should cop it if you like real rap.I can’t believe it’s not motherfuckin’ butter!I thought that was funny.I kill me.I’m glad you checked out my page.Thanks for your time.I hang out at The Hooch (http://www.thehoochbar.com).Come up there and have a beer with me sometime.I think I’ve pretty much described the gist of me so...I AM ALL IN.I have pushed all my chips in,stood up,and turned my cards face up so the world can see everything I have.Shitty cards right? I know.But that’s all the fuckin’ dealer has been givin’ me all my life.And I’m tired of playin’ this game.I’m either gonna take this pot cause it’s my turn,and I deserve it.Or I’ll lose it all again and try my luck at the next table.Either way...I WILL ALWAYS BE ME.ACCEPT IT OR DON’T FUCK WITH IT.Who I am is who I’ll be until I die.I am Roach Megaballz.
