Fuck You, and Ya mama too. Who do you think you are? standing upon that soap box, preaching at the world like somebody owes you an explanation for their being? Fuck you and ya mama too, for raising you, and encouraging you to be an ass, shit stinks I'll be damned, get over yourself, You don't breathe for the next man you won't go to his grave, he doesn't owe you an explanation, get over yourself. Fuck you and ya mama too. FOr raising you, to think that you are God... speaking on God's behalf, when you don't know who God is. "How can you love God, whom you can't see? When you can't love your fellow brother whom you see every day?" Fuck you, and ya mama too, and have a nice day!
Reason for writing:
Ahhhh you know who you are.
Birth sign: Libra
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