The People Under the Stairs

Moses please lead me out of this here desert!

I's only got one question: What in Jesus' name happened to Li'l Kim's face?

Forget the jacked-up, wanna-be white nose; why come her make-up looks like a blind toddler with Tourette's Syndrome put it on for her?

And the wig/lace-front is a bonafide FOOL.

She needs Jehovah STAT!

Let us pray.

The Whores of Babylon

Give Jehovah a clap praise. Now, befo you put yo tithe in the plate, take a gander at these here heathens masquerading as God's children. Settin up there in front the TV gyratin and pulsatin and carryin on like hoes in a harem.  The three of them. Sodom, Gammorah, and Mary Magdalene.  There's so much Kotex in that room I could crochet me a blanket.  There's so much estrogen in that room, I can grow me a thousands breasteses.  There's so much yaki in there, I can make Vivica Fox pretty again.  Well, maybe not that last thing.  I ain't no witch.  But NTways....

Jesus said we shall know the beast by the mark, and these bitches is marked.

I blame Beyonce.  Her is the Anti-Christ.  Who else could turn men into women without surgery?

Lookahere:

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.

Holy Ghost on the Runway

My memory ain't what it use ta be.

Now let me see here. Was it Leludacris? Doucheronomy? Exsqueezetheseashyfeet? Come on now. Y'all know y'all bible chapters. Ain't you got no learning?

NTways. The chapter that talks about Jehovah's rules. The one where you ain't allowed to wear shoes wit buckles, eat clams on a Sunday, comb your hair to the east, or play hopscotch wit white people. Ain't that the same chapter that say boys ain't allowed to slap they sticks togeva?

Now, I ain't exackly seen Chris Brown put his anteater on somebody's sturgeon, but look a here at this dancing. Ain't this what the children do at the heathen clubs? Ms. Brown is givin me all types of feva in this video. Maybe this explains why he wailed on that big foreheaded chile from Africa: she ain't had the right mechanicals in the private area.

Jehovah, your chaps is too many things! Somebody go get me my Doans pills and hand me my church fan. You know. The one made out of paper with a picture of Jesus looking upwards and the words "The Sanctified Church of the Holly Roller Trinity Resurrection for the Divine Blood in Christ Trinity Tabernacle Ministries" printed on Jesus' dress. Yes, dress. Jesus was not ashamed of who he was.

Y'all got me to babblin. Look at this video and you tell me if Chris Brown took his piggy to the market. I gotta take my hat to the cleaners, play my numbers, and get my can of Colt 45.

Yeah. Of course, chile. Gunkified.

Cheeseburgers for Jesus

Church sissies is singing hymns for McDonald's and y'all mad at me?  Shit.

I wonder if Jesus likes Happy Meals.

Gunkified.

Cunts Can Get Life Too!

I have only one word: Yassssssssssssssssssssssss!

Jesus Walks, Honey

 

What would you do for a Klondike Bar?

Miss Donitra McClurkin is vury mad at all the LGBTQ kids for not renouncing they dildos, strap-ons, and midnight booty-shot rendezvous for a quick prayer meeting at C.O.G.I.C. (aka Chile, Old Girls Is Crazy).   She wants you to know that Jesus can help you overcome your same-sex desires.  Too bad Jesus can't make a bitch stop lying, though.  Donitra knows she be gettin' that pussy turnt out every chance she gets.  Talking 'bout just because she's on a diet don't mean she don't wanna eat.  Tramp, please.  Just because you got up in front of a stadium full of Christian homophobes and put on Holy Ghost Stunts and Shows don't mean you ain't sucking dick like a Hoover and gettin' that ass pumped like gas!

Your slip is showing, Miss One. What did Miss Kanye say?  Jesus Walks...for the gods, baby. You better get into it.

Yup.  That's right.  You just been gunkified.