countless people have gotten pissed at me. "why did you write THAT?" or "i KNOW that was about me" or "you write such lame trifle ass shit, i wanna stab you in the neck woth a fork"
i think the appraisal people got mad that i called them drama queens. but fuckit, they proved THEY ARE drama queens when they got mad about it. or how breetard got mad that i refer to her as a co-worker and not a friend in the cast page. or the c-diddy fiasco. or a trillion other things.
whatever, you prolly don't understand anyways.
good news? i have whittled down my cell phone bill to $1,100 from the previous $1,800 debt. YAY!
now you can tell from my everyday fits
i ain't rich
so cease and desist with them tricks
i'm just another black man caught up in the mix
trying to make a dolla out of 15 cents
Just cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me
i'm ANTEEE, the one who put the satin on your panties
why did humpty change his name to shock anyways? pffffffffft.
and then i wrote myself the most bizarre email, and i don't remember doing it.
From: "anti ©" email@example.com
To: "anti ©"firstname.lastname@example.org
so like whatever because my h3ead hurts and hmy heart
aches and i get no sleep, and i hate it, and fuck you,
and why do you write this shit, because noone reads it
i think you just like to see you hands type because
whatever the fuck with all that jazz anyways.
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