F*ck every one of you emo losers. Teenagers with no life who have to go and f*ck with other people to bring your self esteem up. Bullies. Kids who have no life and will never amount to anything in this world, ever; with the exception of living in your parent's basement for the rest of your life, continuing to glue your eyes to your monitors. F*ck you and what you're about. You may think you're the sh*t because you can go spam forums, tearing them apart, but you're nothing but a bunch of loser teenagers who can't hold down jobs or keep from being suspended from school, aside from the majority of you who are drop outs and my mom got scared and said You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near. The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!". I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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