What kicks yah in the ass is, that this is the only mothah
fuckah that wanted and took yah losin ass, and you’re looking worse physically
than you have ever in your life. But you
gave the women before, that didn’t ever want to marry your Broke Black ass, a
body that was, if not presentable, at the very least, semi-presentable. But I wouldn’t dare take my thirty-five pound
extra havin ass shirt off in front of no damn body.
Shit done went downhill with a quickness. And you didn’t see it coming at all. Now, look at cha fat ass? Going to have to take some pain there Big
Boweeeeee! Best believe that. She didn’t sign up for another thirty-five
pounds more of, “…A hunkin, hunkin,
burnin love.” Come ohn nah? Yo, fat ass gotsta pull yo’self together, and
start representin this woman, who took a major chance on yo tired ass, and show
these mothah fuckahs why she really married yah. And fast a little bit more mother
fucker!
Yo ass be fine again in no
time. We’ll see. (…to be continued)
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