Synthetic Symphony

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye, " man that would be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye

Stine was born on October 8, 1943[2] in Columbus, Ohio,[3] the son of Lewis Stine, a shipping clerk, and Anne Feinstein. He grew up in Bexley, Ohio.[4][5][6] He comes from a Jewish family. Stine began writing at age nine, when he found a typewriter in his attic, subsequently beginning to type stories and joke books.[7] According to the documentary Tales from the Crypt: From Comic Books to Television, R.L. Stine said that he remembered reading the popular/infamous Tales from the Crypt comic books when he was young and credited them as one of his inspirations. He graduated from Ohio State University in 1965 with a Bachelor of Arts in English.[8] While at OSU, R. L. Stine edited the OSU humor magazine The Sundial for three out of his four years there.[2] He later moved to New York City to pursue his career as a writer.[4] Stine wrote dozens of humor books for kids under the name Jovial Bob Stine and created the humor magazine Bananas.[4] Bananas was written for teenagers and published by Scholastic Press for 72 issues between 1975 and 1984, plus various "Yearbooks" and paperback books. Stine was editor and responsible for much of the writing (other contributors included writers Robert Leighton, Suzanne Lord and Jane Samuels and artists Sam Viviano, Samuel B. Whitehead, Bob K. Taylor, Bryan Hendrix, Bill Basso, and Howard Cruse). Recurring features included "Hey – Lighten Up!", "It Never Fails!", "Phone Calls", "Joe" (a comic strip by John Holmstrom), "Phil Fly", "Don't You Wish...", "Doctor Duck", "The Teens of Ferret High", "First Date" (a comic strip by Alyse Newman), and "Ask Doctor Si N. Tific".

In 1986, Stine wrote his first horror novel, called Blind Date.[9] He followed with many other novels, including The Babysitter, Beach House, Hit and Run, and The Girlfriend.[4] He was also the co-creator and head writer for the Nickelodeon children's television series Eureeka's Castle,[10] original episodes of which aired as part of the Nick Jr. programming block during the 1989–1995 seasons.

In 1989, Stine started writing Fear Street books.[11] Before launching the Goosebumps series, Stine authored three humorous science fiction books in the Space Cadets series titled Jerks in Training, Bozos on Patrol, and Losers in Space.[12] In 1992, Stine and Parachute Press went on to launch Goosebumps.[4]

Also produced was a Goosebumps TV series that ran for four seasons from 1995 to 1998[13] and three video games; Escape from HorrorLand, Attack of the Mutant[14] and Goosebumps HorrorLand.[15] In 1995, Stine's first novel targeted at adults, called Superstitious, was published.[16] He has since published three other adult-oriented novels: The Sitter, Eye Candy,[8] and Red Rain. There is no point in living anymore I want to take my life, I have no personality no hobby. Who am I. I want to die. I truly want to kill myself. $champagnesaucin

*Puts on liberal rap" Lil Enby Vert?? 😯 eNByA TransBoy??? 😲 21 PRONOUNS??? 😳 GENDERick Lamar??? 😨 KanGAY West????? 😰 HRT Choppa?????? 🤯🤯 PANSEXUAL Gambino???????😫😫 TYLER THE CREATOR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!😱😱

The title was Enough

“Best thing about being in your 90s is you’re spoiled rotten. Everybody spoils you like mad and they treat you with such respect because you’re old. Little do they know, you haven’t changed. You haven’t changed in [the brain]. You’re just 90 every place else … Now that I’m 91, as opposed to being 90, I’m much wiser. I’m much more aware and I’m much sexier.”
—People Betty White

All up in the blogs
Saying we met at the bar
When I don't even know who you are
Saying we up in your house
Saying I'm up in your car
But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's
I'm up in the A
You so so lame
And no one here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
'Cause you've beem popping hood
You get it popping
Oh, why you so obsessed with me (boy, I wanna know)
Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)
It's clear that you're upset with me
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this
You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusing yo', you're confused you know
Why you're wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex
Oh, oh, oh boy why you so obsessed with me?
So, oh, oh, oh, oh
So, oh, oh, oh, oh (and all my ladies says)
So, oh, oh, oh, oh
So, oh, oh, oh, oh (and all my girls says)
You on your job
You hating hard
Ain't gon' feed you
I'm gonna let you starve
Gasping for air
I'm ventilation
You out of breath
Hope you ain't waiting
Telling the world how much you miss me
But we never were
So why you trippin'?
You a mom and pop
I'm a corporation
I'm the press conference
You a conversation
Oh, why you so obsessed with me (and boy I wanna know)
Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)
It's clear that you're upset with me (oh, oh, oh)
Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress
Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this
You're delusional, you're delusional
Boy you're losing your mind
It's confusing yo, you're confused, you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex
Oh, oh, oh, boy why you so obsessed with me
Ah, oh why you so obsessed with me?
(All up in my George Foreman)
Boy, I wanna know
Lying that you're sexing me
(Lying that you're sexing me)
When everybody knows
It's clear that you're upset with me
Oh, oh, oh- Beyoncé

60 inch dash

Your podcast is simply the best. We are a small team of Lifestyle staff who find it inspirational, creative, and full of fantastic ideas. Thank you to all your team, we appreciate the wonderful resources Synthetic Symphony provides to us.

There is no description I doubt YALL even watch this show any more

Dequantes Devontay Lamar[4] (born October 4, 1989), better known by his stage name Rich Homie Quan, is an American rapper, singer and songwriter. He was previously signed to independent label T.I.G. Entertainment and is currently Independent. Rich Homie Quan was influenced by dirty south rap, including Jeezy, Gucci Mane, T.I., Lil Boosie, Lil Wayne, Kilo Ali, Outkast, and Goodie Mob.[5][6] Quan's debut studio album Rich as in Spirit was released on March 16, 2018 and debuted at number thirty-two on the US Billboard 200.

As of 2020, Lamar has 3 sons

Bussy is an American comic strip created by Niel Degrassi Tyson. Originally published locally as Jon in 1976, then in nationwide syndication from 1978 as Bussy, it chronicles the life of the title character, Bussy the cat; Jon Arbuckle, his human owner; and Drake, the dog

Yo mama's so fat, when she fell I didn't laugh, but the sidewalk cracked up.
Yo mama's so fat, when she skips a meal, the stock market drops.
Yo mama's so fat, it took me two buses and a train to get to her good side.
Yo mama's so fat, when she goes camping, the bears hide their food.
Yo mama's so fat, if she buys a fur coat, a whole species will become extinct.
Yo mama's so fat, she stepped on a scale and it said: "To be continued."
Yo mama's so fat, I swerved to miss her in my car and ran out of gas.
Yo mama's so fat, when she wears high heels, she strikes oil.
Yo mama's so fat, she was overthrown by a small militia group, and now she's known as the Republic of Yo Mama.
Yo mama's so fat, when she sits around the house, she SITS AROUND the house.
Yo mama's so fat, her car has stretch marks.
Yo mama's so fat, she can't even jump to a conclusion.
Yo mama's so fat, her blood type is Ragu.
Yo mama's so fat, if she was a Star Wars character, her name would be Admiral Snackbar.
Yo mama's so fat, she brought a spoon to the Super Bowl.
Best yo mama so stupid jokes
Yo mama's so stupid, she stared at a cup of orange juice for 12 hours because it said "concentrate."
Yo mama's so stupid when they said it was chilly outside, she grabbed a bowl.
Yo mama's so stupid, she put lipstick on her forehead to make up her mind.
Yo mama's so stupid, when they said, "Order in the court," she asked for fries and a shake.
Yo mama's so stupid, she thought a quarterback was a refund.
Yo mama's so stupid, she thought a quarterback was a refund.
Yo mama's so stupid, she got hit by a parked car.
Yo mama's so stupid, when I told her that she lost her mind, she went looking for it
Yo mama's so stupid when thieves broke into her house and stole the TV, she chased after them shouting "Wait, you forgot the remote!"
Yo mama's so stupid, she went to the dentist to get a Bluetooth.
Yo mama's so stupid, she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.
Yo mama's so stupid, she got locked in the grocery store and starved to death.
Yo mama's so stupid, when I said, "Drinks on the house," she got a ladder.
Yo mama's so stupid, it takes her two hours to watch 60 Minutes.
Yo mama's so stupid, she put airbags on her computer in case it crashed.
Best yo mama so ugly

The greatest show of all time. I watched this after watching some of the most remarkable shows of the 21st century like BB and GoT, and I can say that The Sopranos stands tall above all. Being a mob boss and a family man, how Tony Soprano manages his life, makes us hate and empathize with him at the same time. His sessions with Dr. Melfi are gold. The great acting, screenplay, and writing cannot be praised enough as the show is known for ushering in a new era of TV. The music of the show adds another layer to the depth of the whole storytelling process. The songs are so very well picked that you won't be able to hold yourself from searching them on the internet and saving to your library.

While talking about The Sopranos how can one not talk about the climax. The way David Chase ends the show!!! It leaves us with a sense of yearning to see the complete picture, which makes us keep connecting the dots from previous episodes. True genius.

He looks around the kitchen and says, "Something is really weird"
She says, "Why do you say that?"
He says "'cause you keep tryin' to get me out of here"
He says "Ever since I been in this house your face has went from white to red
And remember when I first walked through the door
You act like you had seen a ghost from the dead"
Then he says, "Girl if you hidin' something I'm gonna be so mad"
Then he hears something fallin' he says "What the fuck was that?"
She says "It sound like it came from upstairs, sounds like the plumbing"
He said "Woman that sound did not come from upstairs
I'll be damned if you're not up to something
Now the sound that I just heard, it came from this kitchen."
And then he looks over by the stove
While shes easin' over by the dishes
And then he walks over to the refrigerator and pushes it back
And then he looks her in her face, looks like she's about to have a heart attack
Then he notices the pie on the counter: one slice is missing
Now the story's gettin' scary
'Cause he comes to realize that Bridget is allergic to cherry
Then he slowly looks up at her and now her face is red as hell
He's breathing real hard, movin' closer, she says, "Hun, you don't look so well"
And then he says, "Move!"
She says, "No"
He says, "Move!"
She says, "No"
"BITCH MOVE!!!" She moves!
And then, he looks at the cabinet
He walks to the cabinet
Get close to the cabinet
Now he's opening the cabinet
Now pause the movie 'cause what I'm about to say to y'all is so damn twisted
Not only is there a man in this cabinet
But the man is a midget (midget, midget, midget...)

Original Poster: “I broke my foot today :(“
Twitter Gay: “Maybe if you stanned loona you wouldn’t have broke your foot” *includes clip of Kim Lip’s Eclipse*
Original poster: “Do I know you?”
Twitter Gay: “Stan LOONA” a phrase used by twitter gays (usually accompanied with a fancam), who want you to stan a quality group
"flop stan loona"

Synthetic Symphony Meat off on July 1st live in person

Madea's Witness Protection, while it seems like a worthless comedy meant solely for entertainment, is actually a deep reflection on the decay of our Western Capitalist society. It is a layered masterpiece of comedy genius, which requires deep thought to comprehend even just one of the many levels of a single 'joke'. For example, George asks the titular character for WiFi, and she agrees to make George a waffle. While uneducated fools like Owen Gleiberman may see the line as a throwaway gag, it really is a statement on the disconnect between the wealthy suburban community and the urban lower class community. George, as a wealthy person, has a greater access to essential technologies such as WiFi. When he asks Madea for WiFi, Madea does not understand, and instead offers to make waffles. Madea represents the working class, who due to fiscal differences is culturally drifting away from the American upper class. Her offering of waffles, which creates a humorous misunderstanding due to the phonetic similarity between the words 'WiFi' and 'Waffle', demonstrates the intent of working class individuals attempting to move up in society, but are inhibited by their divide with the rest of society. This is also a beautiful allegory to the decay of Western society due to class divisions, which Tyler Perry masterfully wraps up with multiple allusions to Marx's works throughout the film. In conclusion, Madea's Witness Protection is in reality a beautiful allegory for our society, which is ingeniously disguised as a meaningless comedy film.

Give me all that you got now
Make you want me cause I'm hot now
I'm gone, so faded I'm on one
Bang bang, pop off like a long gun
If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice
We can mob all in the whip (make the money)
Make the money, make a grip (I be stuntin')
I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded)
Getting faded 'til we trip (oh)
Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let's roll
I love to get 2 on
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to, let's roll
I love to get 2 on
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let's roll
Yeah we can get active
And all
My bitches attractive
We go
You know who we are now
Get high
Hotbox in my car now
If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice
We can mob all in the whip (make the money)
Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin')
I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded)
Getting faded 'til we trip (oh)
Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
I love to, let's roll
Uh, pull your panties down from under you
Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q
Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane
Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring
Nasty, baby do it in the backseat
Swear this marijuana keep it cracking
Lights, camera, action
I ain't doing nothing 'til the cash
Money, money, money, weed, fashion
Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing
Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping
Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay
Just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya (smoke it ya)
Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya (pour it ya)
And my enemies, they see me living now (living now)
And if you roll with me, then you'll be winning now, oh
Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
I love to, let's roll

“Eyy what’s up my fellow N-Word,” Kanye greets the ugly teacher.

“Nothing much East, how ‘bout you?” Blfewosgiruhoterfeps responds. (as you can see, my will to live is gone. one sentence and it’s all gone mate.)

“Well, I threw Kim out of a window, so that’s Epic™.”

Baldiceritops grins. “This is so Epic™, can we hit kids?” He stares at the invisible camera. “Come back, Karen,” he whispers inaudibly.

“What?” Kanye asks. “I can’t hear you through my Beats™. I’m listening to Sicko Mode™ by Travis Scott™ (feat. Drake©).”

Suddenly, they see Drake walking across the road! And a car is coming!

“Yo, Drake!” Baldeosirdnh8ug9r38ejp-pfkd[osnpihgu97y8wt30r-j0sfdrtynjhbvgcxdzZxcvbnmnjhbgvfcdxefcvgbhnjjhybvgtcfrvgbhnjbhvgfcgvbhnjkml,injubyvtcvybunp=-o9j0h8g978f675s645a36s6rdf9ty8gu9hvgyhbnujifgvxob-af calls out. “Watch out for the Subaru!”

“He can’t hear you!” Kanye warns. “His Airpods™—they’re on full volume!”

“Dile que tú eres mía, mía / Tú sabe' que eres mía, mía / Tú misma lo decías (Tú misma lo decías) / Cuando yo te lo hacía (Cuando yo te lo hacía) / Dile que tú eres mía, mía / Tú sabe' que eres mía, mía / Tú misma lo decías (Tú misma lo decías) / Cuando yo te lo hacía (Cuando yo te lo hacía),” Drake’s Airpods™ sang.

“Drake!” Baldi shouted in tears. “Drake!”

Kanye knew there was only one way to save him. Taking a deep breath, he launched himself at Drake, pushing him onto the curb… as the Subaru crashed into his [Kanye’s] body.

“Knaye!” Baldi sobbed. “No!” He sobs, running over to Kanye’s dying body. “I—I love you!” He wrapped his arms around the rapper’s body. “It’s Kanye,” he chokes out. “And—and no homo,” he slurs. His body goes limp in the 46-year-old’s arms.

“Kanye!” Baldi shakes him lightly, but to no avail.

The end. Despahomo. A Brazilian butt lift consists of fat grafting that is notable for its natural-looking results. The procedure involves the following steps:

The procedure is usually performed under anesthesia, but in procedures where a smaller volume of fat is transferred, it may be done with only local anesthesia (numbing medication). You may ask for an anti-nausea medication beforehand, especially if anesthesia makes you sick.
Your surgeon then uses liposuction to remove fat from other areas of your body, such as your hips, stomach, and thighs. Liposuction itself involves making incisions in the skin, and then using a tube to remove fat from the body.
The fat stores that have just been removed from your body are purified and readied for injection into your buttocks.
Your surgeon finishes by injecting the processed fat into specific areas of the buttocks to create a more rounded, full look. They make three to five incisions around the buttocks for fat transfers.
Both liposuction and fat transfer incisions are closed up with stitches. Your surgeon then applies a compression garment against the affected areas of skin to minimize your risk of bleeding. Brazilian butt-lift surgery benefits

Unlike other forms of buttock surgery, such as placement of silicone buttock implants, a Brazilian butt lift is touted for providing more natural-looking results while also creating more roundness in your backside.

It can also help address certain issues, such as the sagging and shapelessness that sometimes occur with age.

You might also consider the procedure if you’re bothered by figure imbalances that make it difficult to wear clothing comfortably.

Another benefit to Brazilian butt lifts is that there is a lower risk of infection compared to silicone buttock implants. It does have a better safety profile than other substances, such as silicone caulking and sealants, that are sometimes illegally injected into buttocks by people not qualified to perform the procedure.

Steven Frederic Seagal (; born April 10, 1952) is an American actor, film producer, screenwriter, director, martial artist and musician. Seagal was born in Lansing, Michigan. A 7th-dan black belt in aikido, he began his adult life as a martial arts instructor in Japan; becoming the first foreigner to operate an aikido dojo in the country. He later moved to Los Angeles, California, where he had the same profession. In 1988, Seagal made his acting debut in Above the Law. By 1991, he had starred in four successful films. In 1992, he played Navy SEALs counter-terrorist expert Casey Ryback in Under Siege. During the latter half of the 1990s, Seagal starred in three more theatrical films and the direct-to-video film The Patriot. Subsequently, his career shifted to mostly direct-to-video productions. He has since appeared in films and reality shows, including Steven Seagal: Lawman, which depicted Seagal performing his duties as a reserve deputy sheriff. Seagal is a guitarist and has released two studio albums (Songs from the Crystal Cave and Mojo Priest), and performed on the scores of several of his films. He has worked with Stevie Wonder and Tony Rebel, who both performed on his debut album. He has also been involved in a line of "therapeutic oil" products and energy drinks. In addition, Seagal is known as an environmentalist, an animal rights activist and as a supporter of the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso. He is also known for his outspoken political views and support of Vladimir Putin. Seagal once referred to Putin as "one of the great living world leaders". He was granted Russian citizenship in 2016. In 2018, the Russian foreign ministry announced that Seagal was appointed as a special envoy to improve ties with the United States.Multiple women over the years have alleged that Seagal sexually harassed or assaulted them. William Henry Cosby Jr. (/ˈkɒzbi/; born July 12, 1937) is an American stand-up comedian, actor, and author who held an active career for over six decades before being convicted of a number of sex offenses in 2018. Cosby began his career as a stand-up comic at the hungry i in San Francisco during the 1960s. He then landed a starring role in the television show I Spy, followed by his own sitcom The Bill Cosby Show, which ran for two seasons from 1969 to 1971. In 1972, using the Fat Albert character developed during his stand-up routines, Cosby created, produced, and hosted the animated comedy television series Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids which ran until 1985, centering on a group of young friends growing up in an urban area. Throughout the 1970s, Cosby starred in about half a dozen films, and he occasionally returned to film later in his career. In 1976, he earned his Doctor of Education from the University of Massachusetts Amherst. His dissertation discussed the use of Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids as a teaching tool in elementary schools. Beginning in the 1980s, Cosby produced and starred in the television sitcom The Cosby Show, which aired from 1984 to 1992 and was rated as the number one show in America from 1985 through 1989. The sitcom highlighted the experiences and growth of an affluent African-American family. Cosby produced the spin-off sitcom A Different World, which aired from 1987 to 1993. He also starred in The Cosby Mysteries from 1994 to 1995 and in the sitcom Cosby from 1996 to 2000 and hosted Kids Say the Darndest Things from 1998 to 2000.

The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes. In the earlier epochs of history, we find almost everywhere a complicated arrangement of society into various orders, a manifold gradation of social rank. In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights, plebeians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords, vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices, serfs; in almost all of these classes, again, subordinate gradations. The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones. Our epoch, the epoch of the bourgeoisie, possesses, however, this distinct feature: it has simplified class antagonisms. Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps, into two great classes directly facing each other – Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. From the serfs of the Middle Ages sprang the chartered burghers of the earliest towns. From these burgesses the first elements of the bourgeoisie were developed. The discovery of America, the rounding of the Cape, opened up fresh ground for the rising bourgeoisie. The East-Indian and Chinese markets, the colonisation of America, trade with the colonies, the increase in the means of exchange and in commodities generally, gave to commerce, to navigation, to industry, an impulse never before known, and thereby, to the revolutionary element in the tottering feudal society, a rapid development. The feudal system of industry, in which industrial production was monopolised by closed guilds, now no longer sufficed for the growing wants of the new markets. The manufacturing system took its place. The guild-masters were pushed on one side by the manufacturing bourgeois; division of labour between the different corporate guilds vanished in the face of division of labour in each single workshop. Meantime the markets kept ever growing, the demand ever rising. Even manufacturer no longer sufficed. Thereupon, steam and machinery revolutionised industrial production. The place of manufacture was taken by the giant, Modern Industry; the place of the industrial bourgeois by industrial millionaires, the leaders of the whole industrial armies, the modern bourgeois.

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Help I have been shot by a v lone soldier. I was on twitter and I responded to his comment with a condescending tone. He then interpreted this to mean that I am not his slime or even his slatt. Apparently he hacked into government agencies just to come and hunt me down. He shot me through the window of my own house, he was wearing v lone from head to toe. he then said that his choppa won't miss and that I was not slatt***!^ enough. I do not know how to feel about this. He then said that he will come back in two days and sacrifice me to his god playboi carti. I can not get up. I need help. Someone please come and save me.

When them checks outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready
When them money outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready
When the stars align, lil' bitch, you better be ready
I won't take my time, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready
I want it right now, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready (Go, yeah)
My flag the same color as cranberry (Cranberry)
You come 'round by my gang, it's Hail Mary
Them niggas not no thugs, they some fairies (Yeah, yeah)

Take me to the king

As black people genetically we are stronger and smarter than everyone else we are more creative on December 21st our real DNA will be unlocked and majority will be able to do things that we thought were fiction. Learn enough who we are as a people they want to make us savages.

Giovanni The hype around rapper Playboi Carti refuses to die. The rapper last released the album in 2018 and has since been teasing the arrival of his third studio record which is yet to drop becoming one of the most highly anticipated rap albums in recent times. Carti was supposed to drop an album named 'Whole Lotta Red', his third full-length record, which is yet to receive and update. But, in the midst of all this, Carti took to Instagram Live to preview a new song that fans haven't heard before. Complex Music's official Twitter handle posted a snippet of the unreleased track which can be heard below.

Every time I close my eyes
I wake up feeling so horny
I can't get you outta my mind
Sexin' you be all I see
I would give anything
Just to make you understand me
I don't give a damn about nothing else
Freek'n you is all I need
Tonight, I need your body (I need your body)
Tonight, you got my time (oh get it baby)
Tonight you won't be sorry (yeah)
Tonight, you got my mind
You got my mind, all I wanna do is freak you

Kyrie Irving always had a mix of emotions surrounding LeBron James. He first met LeBron when he was 15-17, attending his basketball camp. He was ecstatic to see the basketball legend and they even talked a little. If there was one thing he picked up from Bron at the time, he loved giving advice.

When Kyrie got drafted by the Cavs, he had a huge hole to fill that LeBron left in the franchise. And because of LeBron, the franchise was quite frankly, shit . Kyrie could not make up for everything LeBron left on the team, despite his raw talent, he was just a rookie. But he finally accepted he had to grow up and grew to believe he had to build it all from the ground up himself after the next few draft busts. He still respected LeBron, they had a couple chats in the All-Star games.

Every time they played against each other, you could almost see LeBron’s eyes light up whenever Kyrie played out one of his complicated moves. LeBron saw Kyrie, and knew he could go back to Cleveland, they just needed a few players. And in 2014, LeBron finally decided to come back.

“LeBron? What?” Kyrie asked the Manager. “He’s coming back and we’re trading Andrew and a few players for JR Smith and Kevin Love.” Kyrie blinked at the manager in disbelief. “What? We don’t need LeBron, I can do this myself!” The Manager sighed as he stared at the 22 year old Kyrie Irving. “Well, you’ve had since 2011 to do that Kyrie, I get it, you’ve been to the Olympics and All-Star games, but for the team? You know you need help.” “You talk about him like you have a schoolgirl crush on him,” Kevin laughs. Kyrie falls to a silence again as he feels the hot blood rush to his cheeks. That’s when Kevin realizes, “You DO have a schoolgirl crush on him!!” he almost screams out loud. Kyrie is quick to palm a hand over Kevin’s mouth. Good thing no one recognizes them since they were wearing hats and hoodies.

“Kevin!” he scolds through grinding teeth. Kevin apologizes as Kyrie settles back down in his seat. “First of all,” Kyrie starts, grabbing a cup and sipping juice from the straw, “He’s fucking married, Kev,” Kyrie blatantly states. “Yeah but-” Kevin tries to intervene only for Kyrie to interrupt, “Second of all, I’m not gay. Period. No questions asked.” Kevin simply shakes his head, “That’s what they all say,” Kevin snickers. “Come on, were you even trying?” Lebron says when they land.

Kyrie makes a face at him, and tries not to give away how hard he’s breathing. “You’ve got seven inches on me, man.”

Lebron bends down to retrieve the ball, and mutters under his breath, “I wish I had seven inches in you.”Stephen beams and gestures for Kyrie to bend down so he can whisper something in his ear. “You ready?” Stephen asks, breath hot against the side of Kyrie’s face.

“Yeah,” Kyrie whispers back. Stephen grabs his wrist, “I’m pretty sure Paul George is staring at your ass right now,” Stephen says, and Kyrie giggles like he just said something hilarious. Which, Kyrie supposes, he did. Is this whole situation even real? They had debated over who got to be in which position on the phone. Stephen argued that Kyrie should sit on him because he’s taller, but that’s honestly ridiculous, he’s only got one inch on Kyrie. Still, he let Stephen have it, because he is a nice guy.

This isn’t so bad though, Kyrie decides, as Stephen murmurs in his ear, “God, look at them, they’re fucking drooling.” Kyrie plays the part, biting his lip shyly and blushing like Stephen just said something particularly lewd. Then they start laying it on thick. Kyrie fully leans back into Stephen’s embrace, and makes sure his legs spread slightly wider as he moves. He puts one hand over where Stephen’s arms are braced around his waist, and turns to speak to the side of Stephen’s head viva la Mexico

Yes that magnificent bless bootiful booty spread like butter plus your kitty creamy too here kitty kitty kitty my long long tongue want you kitty

In today’s episode we discuss the most important topics such as what if Batman was black, Timmy Turner, the death of Ruthkanda and most importantly tax evasion Bow, look
Steppin' on, weapon drawn
Big clip, extra long, bow
You step to me, that mean you steppin' wrong
I come in the spot and I ride along
Uh, I take a Perc' and I get extra strong
Yeah, that's the motherfucking lesson for 'em
Look, sneaky, tiptoe
I come for drilling, I switch clothes
When I get bored, I go and switch hoes
You already know how this shit go
Uh, blue flag, buttoned-up, Crip clothes, uh
Find a spot, make it hot, get low
I had to grow and evolve
I had to know what's the job
Boy, you know you can't dodge
Bullets go way too far
Snowflake out the jar
It's gettin' me high, it's makin' me cough
Uh, I tried to go to the moon, but it took me to Mars
I'm never runnin' out of liquor
I'm in the club with a hundred thousand niggas
Stay in the front, somebody is coming out to get ya
They tried to ban me
I walk in the spot, make a stampede
I bite the Perky like a candy
I bust a nut and get a plan B
Uh, yeah
Invitation to the Grammys
Uh, all this clout come in handy
I'll go quicker
Hundreds of gallons of liquor, it's all on my liver
Yeah, I put the Perky in the mixture
She callin' my phone
I answered like, "Chill out, I'm comin' to get ya"
But I never go get her, I never go get her, grrr, bow

Apple vs Epic, Tencent, And other stuff I guess. Is anyone even reading this..... why? What’s the point go to hell. We all are gonna die. Why did I even record this all of my cohost are useless the one who does the least complains the most dear god. Literally talks the most shit when we aren’t recording but as soon as the mic turns on he’s quiet. I set up this entire fucking podcast on multiple platforms and what thanks do I get. Two complete fucking idiots. Not a single fucking thank you. Not a single idea presented I came up with the concept I designed the minimalist shitty logo. And what do I get? Whine whine whine complain complain complain. Jesus fucking Christ. Two fucking numb nutt idiots who critique all fucking day. Jesus Christ. I mean if you two spent literally 5% of the energy you use to complain and critique about every fucking thing and put it into creative output maybe the episode would’ve been fucking better. Maybe if we took two seconds to properly plan everything out maybe we wouldn’t have recorded 5 fucking times and ended up with one episode. At least we got someone who can edit. Then you throw a hissy fit because of your fuckup and then you get and delete your fucking audio you idiot. You complete fucking idiot. The only thing you have to do is fucking talk you don’t edit you don’t upload anything you haven’t offered to design or introduce anything besides saying you want shorter episodes. Oh what is it too tiring to fucking talk for 15 extra minutes. Are you tired from using your throat for nothing other than sucking dick and complaining. You literally only have to speak into a mic, press save and email it. And somehow you fuck that up. What more do you fucking want from me I literally learned how to set up everything with no input from you too. I set up and said yea imma get everything set up in terms of you know branding and publishing and I expect two people to be able to handle the recording and technical side but nooo nooo that’s too much for you two. Too fucking much for the twin towers of complaining and gay sexual tension. I pray to god everyday that you twin towers fall. Carry your own fucking weight. And every fucking episode somehow ends up with discussing rappers I don’t fucking care about rappers. I can’t even do fucking bits or be funny. Do we wanna be a fucking informational podcast. Should I change the name to rap cavier who fucking cares. Maybe if we talked about Kpop somebody would wanna take over the mic and talk all fucking day maybe that’s the answer. I can’t wait til you all are out of my fucking life Jesus. This is gonna be over after awhile and I can’t wait. To be rid of you. I should’ve never fucking met you fucking losers. Burn in hell. Bunch of weird grown ass men that can’t handle your fucking emotions holding grudges towards each other and talking shit behind each other’s backs like a bunch of 40 year old women. Just fucking annoying. You’re perfectly made for each other. I hope you both suffer with each other for eternity.