I choose me, I'm sorry

Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke
I'm from the Floss where ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tote
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (bah)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the Cho (brr)
I gotta laugh, 'cause these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ jokes (haha)
Dread like, "Who these ♥♥♥♥♥♥?" (Who these ♥♥♥♥♥♥?)
I don't know (I don't know), but I'm on go (woo)
And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' two hunnid (bah)
Givin' bucks, like, "Who shot ya?"
Me and Trey, that's four choppers (woo)
Man down (woo), all you see is helicopters (grr)

considers himself a gay porn connoisseur

As a young child I had to endure watching the death of my dad and my best friend in a car crash. I only barely escaped before the gasoline caught fire. I'll never forget their screams as they were impaled and burnt alive. Every night when I go to sleep all I can hear is their screaming. A truly horrifying sound. Their screaming has lost all meaning to me now even if I can still hear it. However the horror their screams gave me pales in comparison to the sound of this ♥♥♥♥♥♥ monotone as ♥♥♥♥ voice.

Goodnight Lovell 😔

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