Another selfie against self-destruction. These creeps they push my buttons. They wanna be starting something. They betrayed me. Left me with nothing. Alpha-male I serve one function. Espresso myself like I be Dunkin. Street balling. Then I’m classy at the luncheon. You Won’t be snuffing this Earth muffin. Because I’m smashing pumpkins. And these suicide girls wanna be cutting. But they stay thirsty for my West coast loving. I’m the mad hatter of just not giving a f***ing. This train is bound for glory since the edibles from Grand Junction. Hail Hail the Holy Sultan. Death grip Vulcan. I stay stunting. Donald Trumping. Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dusting.
For my Shorty
Posted: November 6, 2026 in Uncategorized0
