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Hold the cold 1 like he old the cold gun
Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
Hold my flow for ransom flows is handsome
Hoes is tandem, anthem, random, tantrum.
Phantom of the grand ole opry ask your dumb hottie
Mask pump shotties somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a specialed hard copy
After rocking parties leave the party in a jalopy
Watch the drop top poppy
Known as the grimy limey
Slimy try me blimey
Certainly smashing in a fashion that's timely
Madvillain dash in a beat rhyme crime spree
Who rock the house like rock and roll
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Gill_koyim-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of African descent, Gill_koyim cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Gill_koyim did not pretend. He was who he was. Tragically, Gill_koyim died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Gill_koyim. You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
Why are my idols or allies always so raisin?
he posted some joke edit that's genuinely it
ALL QLGQL FANS ARE ugly people
Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
Hold my flow for ransom flows is handsome
Hoes is tandem, anthem, random, tantrum.
Phantom of the grand ole opry ask your dumb hottie
Mask pump shotties somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a specialed hard copy
After rocking parties leave the party in a jalopy
Watch the drop top poppy
Known as the grimy limey
Slimy try me blimey
Certainly smashing in a fashion that's timely
Madvillain dash in a beat rhyme crime spree
Who rock the house like rock and roll
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
is it mouse porn again
JSID
can we ban you next?
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Gill_koyim-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of African descent, Gill_koyim cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Gill_koyim did not pretend. He was who he was. Tragically, Gill_koyim died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Gill_koyim. You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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single digits