Golden rubbers in these denim pockets, on my waist, there’s a black Glock. New girl moved on the block, she been plottin’ on my brown cock. Last night I slept over hers, during sex, I overheard a sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na, rolled off the bed, then shot back, pow-pow. Blood on the sheets, probably spillin’ from my gash, looked out the glass, seen you sprintin’ on the grass, a real ninja with the blade and the mask got them gold ninja stars and red Supreme nunchuk. Now she tryna patch me up, but girl, I was just tryna get a nut bust. If that’s your ex, you should probably own a pistol but I’m guessin’ it’s wiser to exit with dude.
IM LAUGIHNG HARDER THAN EVER RIGHT THIS SECOND
mario kart wiiu
“god knows you’re lonely souls”