That Ol Reckless Bitchface Is Trying To Vacation Here...
I should have changed the fucking locks.
When I’m rapping 600 Breezy, it’s never a good thing.
It means I’m feeling like choosing violence. I’m not feeling like the tame ass housecat I’ve become in the last several years.
I can assure you, there isn’t a single iota of good that will come from this.
Lately, there’s been a lot of slight disrespects I’ve let slide. Nothing big and in your face, because that’s the shit I would have to fucking deal with then and there.
I mean little passive aggressive movements. Little snide ass kekekeing. Shit that isn’t large enough to stand on its own, but when you look at the sum of all the parts, I really owe some people a little bit of something.
I really know a few folk who have just been undercover trying the fuck out of me.
This is the shit that happens when you stop jumping over bars to get to a bitch that’s running her mouth. People forget you can still do exactly that. They think you’ve gone the way of Susan, head of the fucking HOA.
Nah. Nah, I don’t think I’ll be doing that.
I really was giving it a fair shake at keeping my head down, just filing in line and not making waves, and all that other airport PA system bullshit people live their lives by.
It doesn’t look like that’s gonna fucking work for me. It doesn’t look like I’m gonna be able to bite my tongue, and clutch my pearls, and wring my hands anywhere near enough to keep me from going right back to the old me, do not pass go, do not collect $200, just get right back to Tennessee Ave. and wait on a bitch to land there, that me.
If you were allowed to slide lately, please make note that any future sliding will be met with, yep, you guessed it. Fucking violence.
If you haven’t slid and are thinking about trying it, let me encourage you strongly to select another option. Basically any other fucking option.
I could tell y’all that I’m going to try to keep my nasty ass attitude in check. I’m not. I could tell y’all that I’m really working on my anger management issue. Not doing that either.
However, I have been working on a new Guiley suit and a couple of honeyholes in the swamp that aren’t visible from any major roadways. Not for any particular reason, just because some shit you really should know for the “in case of emergency” go on and break the fucking glass times.
You have several million other options for bitches to play with. I recommend you choose any one of them, but do not try to pull my card.
I’ll let ya.
Sorry I said I’d hug you! Jeez! I completely meant only with your permission!🤣🤗
*Hug!*
*Passes over a box of .30/30 HP rounds*
*Shoulders shovel*
Ok. I'm ready. Let's go.