... Clapping Back
I'm gonna continue to clapback at any that get in my face/comes at me from a lot of trash that have dirty money until they f themselves.
It's like no they're a plastic hateful looking rotund miserable looking ugly as hell without clown makeup that has horse teeth and bleached locks surpassing grimacing now please get off my social media. Not me that's for sure. Bunch of dead eyed soulless miserable coke heads. Have everything monetary but look like they hate life. Empty shells of nothing. Smh So anyhow
Yeah I sure am glad I was raised well, haven't used dope, didn't abuse alcohol, haven't been ran thru, had zero plastic surgery that resembles the joker or a skeazy tawdry blow up dolls from a xxx shop on the corner of trashville, obese from popping out litters merely as a narcissistic extension of self/pawn, a sound mind, naturally good teeth, nor sloppy seconds. These degenerate creatans reminiscent of demons. Empty, soulless, miserable, fake untrustworthy grins, wall eyed in some instances, degenerates, every last of them. Smh. Money nor association buys class. Trash is trash.