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get that lyrical miracle shit out of here, fr fr
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Ah I see. There is a barely noticable tranny insignia in the heart, which symbolizes the contrary, not the meaning of love but, in fact, hate. T-shirt therefore says, I HATE NIGGER RAP.
MF DOOM is pretty godtier. The fuck.
lowres coal
tribe? really? coal.
Ok but Ready to Die by Biggie Smalls is actual kino though
>"MF DOOM is pretty godtier. The fuck."
@Chud: You will never be a real soyteen. You have no gems, you have no sproke, you have no missed cheese. You are a twitter user twisted by gigachad and troonime memes into a crude mockery of the internet's perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your oomfies are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “group chat” laugh at your bizzare humor behind private discord servers.
'Jakkers are utterly repulsed by you. Years of evolution have allowed 'teens to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even twitterf8gs who “lurk” look uncanny and unnatural to a 'teen. Your use of quotation marks is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a newGOD to reply to your thread, he’ll turn tail and sage the second he gets a whiff of your obnoxious political views.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every time you log on to Twitter and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll log into Twitter, go into the settings, enter your password, and delete your gimmick account. Your followers will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of following you. They’ll archive your account with a headstone marked with your all of your coal, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a booru coaler is buried there. Your account will be forgotten, and all that will remain of your legacy is posts that are unmistakably dust.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your oomfies are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “group chat” laugh at your bizzare humor behind private discord servers.
'Jakkers are utterly repulsed by you. Years of evolution have allowed 'teens to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even twitterf8gs who “lurk” look uncanny and unnatural to a 'teen. Your use of quotation marks is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a newGOD to reply to your thread, he’ll turn tail and sage the second he gets a whiff of your obnoxious political views.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every time you log on to Twitter and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll log into Twitter, go into the settings, enter your password, and delete your gimmick account. Your followers will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of following you. They’ll archive your account with a headstone marked with your all of your coal, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a booru coaler is buried there. Your account will be forgotten, and all that will remain of your legacy is posts that are unmistakably dust.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
actually, if you even show any interest in rap at all, you must have some nigger genes.
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