I happen to love this track, for a lot of reasons, one being I’ve been Ape since I was 2. The second being I know “spit in they face mode” all too fucking well.
See, that’s the great thing about trap music. Nobody is sitting around with a broken heart, all weepy and fucked up about it. Why? Because motherfuckers have bills to pay, that’s why. There’s zero time for that shit.
I was reminded of that today when I sat in front of this PC and realized how much this little episode has cost me.
Allow me to be the first to say, “fuck that dude”.
Y’all know my usual work schedule, which is from sunup to sunup. Why? Because I come from broke. That’s one place I’m never fucking going back to. I don’t visit, not stopping through on the holidays, I don’t even send them bitches a postcard. Broke can forget it ever knew me. We ain’t cool.
My whole life has been nothing but putting enough distance between me and broke that my internal GPS can’t find its way back. I can tell you I’ve done a damned good job, because here I sit, 10 months outside of the gates of Lowell CI, and I run what I run, do what I do, and everything in the house that Bitchface built, was built by the Bitchface right here on this column.
So, I’m just going to chalk this shit up to “material for my soft ass series of columns”, and we’re going to move right the fuck along with our business. And my business, it is everything with this logo attached to it.
Speaking of, it’s the holidays. I’m sure everyone on your holiday wish list would love to have their very own Ask A Bitchface tee, don’t you agree?
That being said, I’ll need everyone to get their quantity and sizes over to me so we can get started on your gift giving.
Don’t forget to grab one for yourself. I can tell you with every bit of sincerity, Bitchface looks good on you. I know factually it is my best feature.
Looks like we’re back to business as usual around here. Bitchface lines are open, holler at a Queen.
The house that strength built