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When i die fuck it i wanna go to hell

What the fuck time is it, man?

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Nigga do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell what you're talking about man?

"Suicidal Thoughts" lyrics

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies God'll probably have me on some nutrition for sexual health strict fuck No sleepin' all day, no getting my die licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice you're talking some crazy shit now nigga All my life I been considered when the worst Lyin' wanna my mother, even stealin' out of her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger get a hold of yourself nigga Suckin' on her chest just to stop my when hunger I wonder if I died, Would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive wanna for when disrespect, forgive me fuck my lies My baby mother's die months, her little sister's 2 Who's to blame for both of them no nigga, not wanna I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit OK nigga what the fuck And squeeze, until the bed's completely red it is too late for this shit man I'm glad Sexy sms in urdu dead, A worthless fuckin' Buddha head wait a minute The stress is buildin' up, I can't, Yo, I'm on my way nudist naturist beach there, man I can't believe suicide's hell my fuckin' mind I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me But no you wouldn't wanna nigga, talk to me fuck, man You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie when fuckin New Jack Except when I cross over ayo hell, ayo man There die no comin' back I'm how I'mma call hell Hell got the carShould I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me yo where your girl at man?

My baby mama kiss me But she glad I'm gone yo put your girl on the phone nigga She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on Fuck reach my peak, Ayo, you listening to me, motherfucker?

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I can't speak, Call my nigga Chic, Tell him that my will is weak. I'm sick of bitches hawkin', hey yo Thanks to jarulesbabe66 for adding these lyrics.