January 2007
To all of those that are weak, unreliable, and no hope for the future I say throw them to the lions (which consists of a bunch of alley cats, but they got rabbies).
Basically, life isn't some precious thing that we all need to savor and try to make extra long. Live it! or kill yourself.
Februray 2007
I'm a lazy cotton picker.
March 2007
if that b**** don't get out of my spot on the couch, she gonna catch a elbow to her left temple.
You would be a horrible hobo.
April 2007
She can get it with a ladder.
... you stopped playing imaginary x-men in the backyard and started kissing Slutty Sherry down the street.
please look at this as the creative juice that flows through my veins (prolly tastes like red kool aid).
Liquor is me, liquor I be
Fun with liquor, I love liquor and me
May 2007
Take out the bazooka on his ass. Boom! Destroy everything: the path, the enemy, even a piece of yourself. When the ashes fall and the smoke lifts, look at the new ground in front of you and create your new road.
July 2007
The beautiful design/experiment/accident/confused state of mind.
nuff said.
August 2007
If growing up was hard, being grown is even harder.
a catch 22. Damn if I don't, damn if I can't get a moment of peace.
September 2007
when there is nothing left to say, smack a muthaf_ker in the face.
October 2007
Black people should kill niggas
November 2007
Does shit stink?
December 2007
I'm sorry for your lost ma'am. Have some peppermint tea.
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