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Originally Posted by Chill Phil
The funny thing about THAT is the fact that you literally have no idea what you're drunkenly babbling about.
Lmfaoooo. Facetime your daughter for 4 minutes before you pass out, you genuine piece of trash.
You're like Bags, but more driven by your superego.
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Ok, tell me more about being a parent. Your entire work history is going into the air force because you can't control your emotions and like to hit people, being unemployed, trying to get your all-time soundcloud views to 1,000, trying to fuck Genos mom, and being a mid-level employee at some random fuck off company for 4 months. And you brag like a motherfucker about it. "I've turned my life around I'm no longer homeless I have a job." Fuck you. Fuck every single thing about you. You're not some special snow flake. You're a couch surfing free loader who got employed, took a rebranded form of acid and thought you could dispense wisdom about life and existentialism. I've provided for my child in every way I can, as limited as it is. You've never had any form of responsibility in your life. You got puked out of your mom and fucked off since. I drink alcohol because I make just enough money to cover my expenses, send child support, and cover any emergency for my kid. You drink alcohol because you think you're entitled. You drink alcohol because you're a so-so rapper who's pissed the couch surfing home you just crashed doesn't have HBO. I drink and control it. You drink and post text messages on rap boards. For you to talk about mine, or Bags, kid is laughable. If you had a kid you'd be the poster child for absentee black fathers. Go fuck yourself, dude.