I just got home from work.
I worked 14 1/2 hours today.
Yes, I said FOURTEEN AND A HALF HOURS.
I have to be up at 5 AM tomorrow morning to do it all over again.
That's less than 8 hours away.
I pull up to my apartment and there's a group of niggers...
Not "African-Americans".
Not "Blacks".
I mean MUDDAH FUGGIN' IN DA HOOOOOOOOD NIGGAHZ.
There is a HUGE difference.
They're on the rooftop of the building across the street from my apartment with a cheap-ass Casio drum machine, amplifiers and microphones...
Rapping...
BADLY.
It's like a cacophony of bellowing wombats.
No wait, they're worse than that.
A large crowd has gathered on the street below them. Their ears are bleeding.
SHUT THE HELL UP YOU TALENTLESS GROUP OF WHINING PANSIES BEFORE I STRANGLE YOU ALL WITH YOUR GOD DAMN MICROPHONE CORDS WHILE STUFFING PAGES FROM A DICTIONARY DOWN YOUR MOTHER FUCKING THROATS BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY NEVER LEARNED THE ENGLISH FUCKING LANGUAGE!!!!!
Rapping takes no talent.
It takes a thesaurus, some "bling" and maybe some "grillz" yo!
I think it's wonderfully selfless how many generations of blacks gave so much, sometimes paid with their very lives, to assure that their childrens' children would live in a different, better world.
This is what you chose to do with their blood, sweat and tears?
This is their payback?
Bunch of fucking whining deadbeats.
Blow me.
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