Saturday, September 11, 2010

Drama?!!

You want it?

You want to know the broad behind the blogs. The bitch that's got hoes hearts on pause. Lets address it. I'm a real bitch.

You want to post conferences about me being fake, me not being who I state who I am. Niggas posting blogs I am copybotting?

Lets address it like this. My family on sl consists of niggas I would take a ban for. Word you think I would leave you to the wolves absolutely. But the bitches that smile in your face and quietly try to fuck your dude (I already addressed yall), niggas who been wanting to be on my pussy (I already dismissed you). Its always niggas who got the fucking taste and sense slapped out of them that snicker in the silence of their 4092 talking shit.

Real talk, come speak to me about anything I give you space to air your grievance before putting the hand of GOD in your face. Do you really believe your these cartoon characters you portray? You really feeling like you own gucci anything in this game?

When you cash out are you paying a $2500 mortgage, for real you want me to believe you make enough money to own a bmw on this game but you can barely push out 1k on a shoe. Look real talk this is a game I play it doesn't play me. Every move I make is a calculated step. The fights the arguments the niggas I partner I am 10 steps ahead of half you mahfuggas in protecting and insulating myself. This is a game that I play it doesn't play me? Do you hear what I am saying. I don't depend on this shit for companionship, friends, money, or fans.

If you were half the adults you portray yourself to be you would step to me like the real niggas/real bitches you were instead of sitting in conferences runing your mouth but you quiet when I log on.

To some of my ex family you run your mouth like the pussies you are, but when we was in each others face you didn't want it. You pulled a pussy move whatever information you think you gained on me is fed to you with a spoon. I give you what you get. You can't kill me with the realness in my life when half of you abortion ridden bitches, used pussy hoes, or bitches niggas caste aside. You niggas that used to be my "brother" but you run your mouth about me like I ruined your career. Nigga I used to keep you under my wings to keep hoes from the attack now you feel the need to tell niggas I run game.

Nigga I don't run game. I create and manufacture the pieces nigga. I don't run the game I orchestrate every fight, every arguement, ever dispute, bitch I am fighting the war fuck who wins the battle. If you and your flat face mexican bitch want it she can grab her quincera dress and roll on me. How about that?

Like real talk, do you bitches who thought you had my dudes time really think I could give a fuck about the 5 mins you spend in the nigga face. You occupying time when I am spending the money you wished you had. I'm going to address it like I used to address all my ex husbands pets. Notice the ring? Notice the house? Notice the Shoes? Notice I got status and you get dick. Word handle that head job for me. I aint going to do it. I'm busy playing SL/RL house wife. *muahz* Enjoy it.

To some of you bitches that keep getting at my team to get at me. For real my nigga do you really think your going to toss a bitch at me and I am going to fall for this hoes shenanigans? This bitch doesn't have enough pussy or talent to keep me motivated. You feel me. My team consists of earners, we spend like you bitches dream, inn color, often and lavishly.

My family is so sick in this game, do you think I know half of you my friends because your scared of me. Nigga I am like the boogie man nigga your so terrified of me your scared to voice an opinion against me. Where they build you pussy ass niggas at? I tell you why you so scared. You know I see you for the bullshit ass, small dick, low self esteem hoes you are. At the end of every day your life on here is a fallacy built on lies that I have carefully deconstruct. I haven't killed you yet because I haven't been that bored. Sit your pussy ass down until I am ready to fuck you.

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