Fuck men! Fuck Women! Or whateva's cleva. Pick your poison muh fucka! Pick yo motha fuckin poison! Shiiit! With yo silly ass. Oh, I'm sorry yo sorry ass feelins got so hurt! Tisk, tisk! We can't have that, can we now? Gonna close up yo, now, rundown sto cause one motha fucka stole from yo monkey ass? The fuck that shit bout? Hunh? Do you have any idea how many stores done got some of their shit stolen? Oh, you do. Well, why'd ya close up shop then? The same shit yo stupid ass was sellin, is the same tired shit they sellin too. And looky there! Those motha fuckas still sellin their tired ass shit! Still the fuck open! Gots to! If ya wants ta survive in this here life! What good is the lil trust you lost if ya keep the rest of the shit all closed up, not for the partaken for otha motha fuckas that will appreciate yo shit? Please tell a niggah! Goddamnit! Oh, the fuck was I thinkin? Yo shit too damn good and priceless fo some sorry ass ta take. Cause, believe me it was a sorry ass motha fucka that took some of yo shit! Best believe that noise! For real!
So, listen here, with yo broke ass self. Open yo sorry ass Trust Store up again. Dress yourself up like you used to. Put a smile on yo goddamn Beautiful face. And make that muh fucka who stole from you understand, "You might have stolen from my sorry ass... But I betcha Black ass this much, somebody else may take some of my shit in the future, like yo sorry ass did, but you'll never get the opportunity to take my shit again!"
And put that sign proudly on your Trust Storefront once more:
"Always Open for Loving Business"
Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
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