rust

I will stick a rusty clothes hanger up my shit and scramble it to pull your ass out. Aborted, bitch.

Shit.

Seriously, bitch, I will bust a beer mug across your face if you get too close. I dont want to see that face unless you need a close shave.

Fuck.

For real, come get it like you live it. I will fuck you up. Don’t put your nuts on the table because I am the BallBuster. Don’t tell me its not your fault. This shit was never about you. Never in life did I give one damn or two about you. I’m just waiting on your step up so I can smack you back. Same as the one before you. Same as the one after you.

Fade and decay, now go away.

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Posted in kick rocks | 2 Comments

off

You might think I’m crazy, or a litttle bit hazy, a whole lot lazy, but I got all the style that makes me gay-zy.

Gay-zy: That special combination of gay and lazy.

I love telling dudes I don’t want to see them in the daylight, because that is not the nature of our relationship. That way everything is out there from the start. It is perfect for guys you only want for a specific thing, whatever that might be, but nothing else.

There was no Tea Party until we had a black president. I’m just saying.

If I was a straight man, I would be a wife beater. Bitches piss me off. I call you bitches because I don’t know your name, this is true, but even if I did….

And for the win… If I can stick my dick in the hole in your ears, that is problem. Seriously, there is something not right about that.

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straight men

Straight Men, you can stop being scared of me. I will not pump your ass when you least expect it. There is nothing you can do for me, cause there’s nothing you know how to do for me. What makes you think you’re so damn desirable? I like my products to be slightly used, and not cry when I get too close. I like my men to be twice the woman you’ll ever be, and a man when its time for responsibility. What can you really do for me?

I’m just saying. Its probably going to be nothing. The reality of the situation is I should be scared of you! I’m half a woman and twice the man, who can do it Wesley can! I just have limits depending on the outfit I’m wearing, that’s all.

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Posted in working the streets | Leave a comment

here it is

Shake your ass you silly epileptic bitch.

This shit right here will move you. I choose you. Fuck you.

That was my heart right there bloating, coroding, then finally exploding;

That my life suffering the bitch slap/attack now get off my back;

Now what do I do with this homo cock, in shock, no ass on lock;

I’m not mad you silly head fucked bitch.

You weren’t happy with me, nor me you. I got over you. Fuck you.

Phazed out thru homely, lonely, broke ass bitch cum early;

Homo the Hutt, got the big butt, I’m a fucking runway model;

Causing trouble, stacks of dudes numbers, every week they double;

My bits are banging, bitch.

I was mad cause I was suposed to be, cause you got one over me.

I’ve been thru alot of shit, and this, like everything else, I put in my poket and sit on. I wrote a 20 page poem about rain hitting the window once, just cause I wanted it to be 20 pages. It ain’t shit to toss a line about something as simple as you, or you, or you, or you. Its just a matter of who’s next. Inspire me, bitches.

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pleeeeeease…. bitch

I’m the best thing going bitch, who you think you is? You so muthafuckin special. I know your momma tried to throw your fetus ass away. Thanks a-fucking lot whoever dug your ass out the trash! Trashy bitch. What the fuck kinda payless shit is that? Are you wearing that trashbag as a belt or girdle? I’m just saying bitch, I can’t tell what you are about right now. Don’t lift them fucking arms so high, I am not trying to get hit with your arm fat flab shit right now! Okay?! shit. Why don’t you just roll your ass down the hood and hope for a mercy holla, cause don’t nobody want you here. Your worn down, droopy ass. Take your ass on. Bitch. Please.

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Posted in working the streets | 1 Comment

what’s yours is mine… now

got this, got that, got money, got ass,

fuck your ass, I run this shit here, bitch.

everything you get goes gone quick, got it today but it won’t last.

you had it all handed to your bitch ass, but now its all mine.

what you think you have now will blow away so better live a little.

what you did have I’m throwing away little by little.

yeah bitch what you did have is mine and what is mine I thow away,

like I threw your ass away. like I threw you out the same door I throw out the trash.

I don’t want you and I don’t want your shit.

Think I’m stuck with the big bills, the responsibilities, the house payment,

Fuck you, I got the good job, I bouced you out because I can make it without you,

I have no reason to use you, or anybody else. cause I run this shit here.

My shit.

My shit I throw away.

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lines

My stretch marks are red and swollen, like your used up ass hole!

I can resolve my problem, what are you gonna do about yours? Nothing huh? Yeah.

Click and comment. Share and enjoy.

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Too old for the club

For real, I don’t think I would be comfortable going to a club at my age. And I’m like, Homo the Hutt. Oh sigh. At what point in life did the vision of 20 year old mens grinding on each other become unappealing? What the fuck is up with that? Is something wrong with my penis?! Luckily old and fat me can have a blast in public at a bar!

Thank you for the drinks, strangers at the bar who said they worked for the City IT deptartment! And whoever got the bead from my nipple ring need to give it back!

My balance is all off and shit now. Good excuse to buy another pair, I guess.

“when I come thru everything gonna stop.” dmx – year of the dog, again

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Posted in working the streets | 1 Comment

This goes out to the bitches

Don’t be mad cause I’m cute. I made your daddy gay. He masterbates to my internet photo. Skeet splat on the screen, bitch. It’s my number he calls when he gets bored. Don’t be mad, He ain’t the first, and You won’t be the last.

I’m not gonna act straight to fit in. It’s your ho ass that’s funny and I’m the one laughing. Kick rocks, sad bitch. You don’t understand, dumb bitch. I ain’t never scared, stoopid bitch. 32 years and I’ve got more shit behind me than whoever you think you are, bitch.  Try some shit then. This ain’t angry, this is just fiesty.

i.e., Bring It!

“You like to talk about people to hide your insecurity. I talk about people because I’m secure in me.” – Me, bitch, I said that!

Now I got something to say about you, bitch. Don’t be looking at me like a stalker, bitch. You looking-sad, bitch. My group is lookin at you like Eww, bitch. Where we going, bitch? It ain’t with your bitch ho ass! Step back or step up, step up get slapped back. You ready to get slapped by a faggot, bitch? Your daddy calls you by my name, bitch. Look at You, bitch, there’s your problem. You see it, bitch? It’s looking right back at you. Rocks, bitch. Go kick’em.

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Here we go, Bitches!! blog dot sockgoblin dot net starts today!

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Hey betch!

blog.sockgoblin.net is in development.

Oh yes, bitches! Ima comin!

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