I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n!@&£ got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n!@&£ can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these n!@&£ salty

Chanel optics got me seein' ♥♥♥♥. I need fentanyl, slime! I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, ♥♥♥♥ you mean! I smoke real Emrani, rapscallion, ghost nuggets. Y'all can't ♥♥♥♥ with me. I'm him. I been him. I will continue to be him. Yellow rubies glistenin' like piss. They thought they could stop the demon. I'm back. The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto. This ♥♥♥♥ ain't nothin' to me, man. We out here cloud-seatin'. The scope bleamin'. You can't trust me. I don't even trust myself. I don't know who I am anymore. I'm getting too much money. I'm peakin' off this Danny Phantom, slime! Can you remind me who I am? Get the President on the phone now! I fronted him a brick! I need my money! Hello? Blac Chyna? 🧛

I like to creep around my home and act like a goblin. I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from stuff I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbors and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.

Don't👏 pretend👏 to 👏be 👏entitled👏 to👏 financial👏 compensation👏 if 👏you 👏or👏 a👏 loved 👏one 👏hasn't👏 even 👏been 👏diagnosed👏 with 👏mesothelioma

Personally, I think the fact that I, a white man from the rural dirges of Montana, as a voracious listener of MF DOOM, warrant some sort of social justice clout. I am actively engaging with vintage Black culture, despite their troubled pasts and connections (MS-13 for example). Whenever my friends of color are driving with me, I always am cognizant of their taste. You can find me blasting the hit song "Hoe Cakes" (censoring out the explicit lyrics of course) or crying along to "Poo-Putt Platter" any day of the week. Overall, I may not have gone to any of these "BLM" protests (personally I think the whole movement is devolving down the perilous route of the cultural Marxist zeitgeist) but I should not be "cancelled" or persecuted by moralist mobs for my supposed "inaction", since I listen to MF DOOM!

no way man