When People Don't See What I See

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I'm just saying.

Praise Jesus.

My, My, My, the Devil is a Liar!

(Put on your red dress, Miss Thang!)

Baby, you ain't gotta lie.

Erybody and they mother know you gay. I mean, it's common knowledge. You can sit up there until all the mascara disappears from your face and you ain't gone be nothing but gay. You AND Eddie Murphy. I don't care how many kids you got. Homosexuals make babies too!

I don't care what nobody say. Ain't no man that damn feminine unless he gettin poked in the booty. Let's just put the shit on out there. Praise the lawd.

I can already hear the children gettin mad at Skrawberry: "It ain't none of your got damn business what Johnny Gill do!" "I hate when people try to out somebody!" "Why you worried about Johnny?" "It's people like you that make the world hate gay people!"

Here's my early response: so, because, and too damn bad. Y'all queens always finna shoot the messenger. Y'all doing too much. Y'all best sit down and shut up before you get your wig snatched lovely.

Or before you get gunkified.

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Baby Fat

No bitch, I'm hungry!

Get you a piece of this video here. This F.I.T. (Faggot in Training) is getting life with a banana and a Lady Gaga song, Mickey Moused down. Apparently, cunts come in all ages, shapes, and sizes.

How your baby's belly that big and he's not even 10 yet? Underoos all stretched out and what not. Lawd ha' mercy. How much you wanna bet the person holding the camera is a biggun too?

Ooh, that made me chuckle.

Y'all say I'm harsh on the fat children. I say stop eatin.

Y'all say I'm mean. I say y'all gunkified.

Jesus Be a Fence!

"I just wanna be successful."  No bitch.  You just wanna-be.  Miss Erica West: STAN

Jesus, be a fence all around me, eryday!

I cain't.  I cain't no mo.  Y'all done got my pressure up and now I'ma need to whip ya tail.  Go on out there to the tree and fetch me a switch.  A big one.  Wit thorns on it.  And iffen you come back wit anything too small, Jehovah is gonna come down askin' me why come your blood is callin' out to him from the ground.

Y'all ever hear of this pussy cunt cunt named Eric West?   No?  Don't tell she that.  Her swears to Lucifer her's famous.  Matter fact, her thinks desperately trying to be famous is the same thang as being famous.  Her had the nerve to sing on a Six Flag demo and send it around like it was a forthcoming single from she non-existent album.  Her claimed to have a starring role in some d-list movie, but her was really just an extra.  Her's just an ex-Janet Jackson groupie (or maybe not so ex since her is still stalking Miss Jackson judging from this photo) with a Happy Meal and a four finger plan to try to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.  Gull, her missed, her missed, her missed like this.

But this whore got an extra bag of trickery.  Her gets turnt out by security guards and back-up dancers in exchange for them finding a way to get she onto red carpet events to be photographed or to get backstage to take pictures wit celebrities.  Her even had Miss Wikipedia thinking her was somebotee, until she card was pulled lovely and that ass got deleted.  Ooh, see.  Now this faker done got my sugar up.  Where's my insulin at?

Her's beat in that photo, though.  I ain't even gonna lie.  But beatness ain't stardom.  Ask ya grandmama if you don't know.

The devil is a liar, chile.  I'm sanctified.  But Ms. West ain't.  No honey.

She's gunkified.

How Dare She!

 

Where the fuck is my stylist?

Oh, mighty Isis!  Please protect me from the bonafide fuckery the children insist on putting me through.  I prays and I prays and still I cain't be free from this deviltry.

Lawd, why come fat people always wanna wear the wrong stuff?  I mean, for serious.  If y'all know y'alls feet is wide as highways, why you tryna squeeze into some side streets?

Look at Gabourey Sidibe.  This heffa is bout as big as a gaggle of hamhocks.  And yet, here her is tryna put she hooves in some juicy couture shoes.  For realz?  Straps, darling?  It should be illegal for that much weight to be on a damn heel.  If only her pinky toe could suck its teeth. And lotion is fundamental.

I'm through.



Yep.  You know it.  Gunkified.