I’m from fucking detroit, i don’t give a fuck, i can talk shit as much as i want. i’m starting my career off the wrong way?! why cause i’m fucking real and i say what the fuck i feel?
if you don’t like me, don’t fucking follow me, and to my fans, i wasn’t calling you stupid, i was just saying, if you guys don’t speak for me, then who the fuck will. i have you, my husband and thats about it.
i’m a regular fucking human being with regular fucking feelings and emotions. i get pissed and rage, and i cry and get my feelings hurt and i have bad days and good days just like everyone of you. you guys act like once someone becomes a celebrity they turn into a fucking robot.
well i’m not a fucking robot and everyone who feels like i am can suck my fucking pussy.
i’m on a different level then everyone else, people are below me, you little shit talkers are probably below me, and guess what, there are actually people below you, and people above me, so don’t act like i’m all high and fucking mighty.
and when all is said and done, none of this internet shit matters, i’ll be chillin on my private jets and living in my villas drinkin jameson reserve, rollin a blunt and poppin xanex and i don’t really give a fuck what most of you are going to be doing. this is below me
to my fans, thank you so much for all the support, you guys are fucking incredible.
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If you read this blog you must go to the nearest mirror and say the name @canceranne three times. If you don't @braintumourpat will emerge from the mirror while you sleep and sprinkle dandruff and slug eggs in your hair. In the morning when you go to wash your hair you will find yourself covered in flesh-eating slugs, one, called Jeff, will introduce himself to you and offer you a deal.
DO NOT TAKE THIS DEAL
I can't emphasise that point enough, if you take that deal there will be dire consequences, if you don't, the slug, also known as Jeff, will bite into your ear. The scar will serve forever as a reminder of that one summer in Paris.
The Eiffel Tower danced like a whirlygig in the breeze and we ate cool whip under a gilded parasol. It truly was the time of our lives.
Until one night, while you were sleeping @canceranne and @braintumourpat stole my soul.
And that's why I'm glad you didn't read this blog
I've done a lot of soul searching these past few days, hell, I even set up a tournament. It was close, there were moments when I didn't think I'd get through it, but today I finally came to a decision. It's not a decision I take lightly, but honestly, it just felt right. It's a lyric that really speaks to me, on an emotional level, yes, but also on another level, a more spiritual level. It's possibly the greatest rhyming couplet in the history of music, no, in the history of the written word.
"Love it when you call me legs,
In the morning, buy me eggs."
For a Llama is... Lama Glama... How camp