yo momma seems like an intelligent female i've never had a chance to meet or say "hi!" yo momma feels like that she didn't me neither, so why should i press her aside in your eyes?! yo momma she;s probably proud of her child, go get her some wine, and add from me flowers, i'ma send'er a postcard, but she definately knows that her worst mess up was to bring you alive. yo kid, claiming to be from the street, spreading your spit, ripping off 50 cent shit, smells lIke clit, but i'mabe poOsitive to think of it not like a twat. which's hard to develope, not to insult, but 'fore you showed up on the forum nobody felt that blazing stink. amazing you living in Bronx, and still talking. and walking, drinking, smoking, bluffing, bitching, using you mouth like comode, or shit! did i say something wrong??! didn't mean it - momma pleease keep sleeping calm. you can;t bother her, give another 6 hours so she could relax before changing your diapers, by the end of the day, when it's late he's dying of tire cause you piss all the time. but still, in general she can be proud as in dream raised pioneer with the skillz to make enemiez faster than spending cream, not to mention ability after the beefing instantly beg to forgive him. next minute he'll be showing his back screaming that judges are wack, and he;s gonna be back breaking necks like to females this was supposed to be rolling the balls, but i've changed my mind chatting and battling with kid whos ego's larger than dick of the mammoth and i respect your mom for a fact that she kept an underdeveloped child, cause she was crying and trying so hard to push you the fuck out of vagina. yo wanna beef kid? go to SAM's to get sOme for ya momma also, pepper and salt, mustard, ketchup, soy and hot Tabasco sause. so enjoy, and after the meal you can roll up a joint, but beware if ya momma sees ya. you really don't want piss her off cause if so, she ain't gonna bottle-feed ya. and you can go off, loud caughing in mic some old shit 'bout my mother's fat, and about her age, don't forget measurements of breasts, but i know for a fact anektodes crap from the web is only gonna make you catch a bad breath, mud for the masses, tons of F words and B.S.s gonna prove that you wack. yo momma seems like an intelligent female i've never had a chance to meet or say "hi!" yo momma feels like that she didn't me neither, so why should i press her aside in your eyes?! yo momma she;s probably proud of her child, go get her some wine, and add from me flowers, i'ma send'er a postcard, but she already knows that her worst mess up was to bring you alive. momma-i'm in trouble, call S.O.S. sssson puddles of my mudd, i shit my pants mooomma momma-help me momma, BLANK, SID and Silence insulting your son, but Lotus will bury'em down in fury and violence (fooooor youuuu) this was supposed to be rolling the balls, but i've changed my mind chatting and battling with kid whos ego's larger than dick of the mammoth and i respect your mom for a fact that she kept an underdeveloped child, cause she was crying and trying so hard to push you the fuck out of vagina.
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