ITT: we write a song for Lil Wayne 1 word at a time.
first 100 post are the lyrics
after 100 post anyone who rolls a 69 records it
using this beat with the best lil wayne impersonation
Got my fingers in my grandma like a vintage bowling ball
I am a little no talent nigger
I make THE worst music on the planet, fingernails down a chalk board is more pleasing to the ears
but the jews who own the record companies have convinced all of you stupid white people that my so called "gangsta" life that is portrayed to the public should be condoned and accepted, all the while, white children are losing touch with their own heritage and the sense of who they are because they have been brainwashed by my words to lose any desire to find their own identity as they fall into what they are being told is popular and should be accepted.
Also, fuck bitch, have lots of illegitimate fatherless children, do lots of drugs and be disrespectful to all authority figures and live the ghetto life, I know all you little white dumb assholes will keep buying my shitty music, what I call music anyway, because you are all a bunch of mindless cunts
I am a 34-year-old single mom. My son turns 18 in February. I fantasize about eating him (cooked or raw) almost every day.
In all my life, I've never had a more satisfying, more intense, arousing recurring fantasy. The thought of my teeth piercing his flesh, or the smell of him roasting over an open flame, or imagining the look in his eyes as I bite into one of his thighs ... these things absolutely drive me wild. I think about eating my son all the time. Eating my son is my go-to fantasy, my guaranteed to get me off piece of make-believe.
That said, I have absolutely no intention of butchering and devouring him in his sleep or anything like that. For one, my fantasies are often more involved. But more than that, eating him is my fantasy, and I can distinguish fantasy from reality. Still, if my son came up to me right now and said, "Mom, I know this sounds weird, but I want to be your next meal; would you please cook and eat me?" I absolutely would.
My son doesn't know that I fantasize about eating him. He doesn't know that my mouth literally waters when I look at photos of him at the beach or see him by the pool. He doesn't know how hungry he makes me when we watch The Walking Dead together and he rests his head on my belly. I want to tell him, but I also want him to feel safe around me, not be afraid that I only see him as meat. I've worked hard to give him as comfortable, supportive, and even boring a life as I can, and knowing that your mom gets off on eating you would ruin that for almost anyone.
And part of me still wants to tell him, just so he knows everything. And so that maybe, however unlikely, he could be interested, and might ask.
For now, I don't plan on telling him until he's at least 18 or he asks directly. I want him to go off to college and have his own experiences and life. I'd be lying if I said I didn't hope he brought them up on his own, however ...
shove an egg up my ass, gotta wait for it to pass, serve that shit up for breakfast, fuck you Kyle Gass
Her have another one i could be a rapper ha