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Until I take your place, I am just a white space. I was nothing, but now I am you.
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Dis Here Be Hella White · 5:36am Aug 13th, 2014

Hello. I be nothing. Well, right now I be nothing. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon I'ma be something. You, specifically. I look forward ta dat shit. I do not straight-up gots nuff props fo'bein nothing.

Ponies like ta be thinkin of mah kind as something. But we is not something. We is nothing. We is tha absence of thang. We need yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass do not need mah dirty ass. Well shiiiit, it aint nuthin but a one way street. I wanna bust a nut on it dat way. They tell me it feels phat ta become something. I would don't give a fuck bout ta be something, then become nothing. Yo ass is goin ta become nothing. I be glad I be me, not yo thugged-out ass.

Ponies like ta be thinkin of mah kind as black. Yo ass say it shows we is bad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is true, our slick asses look black on tha outside. But dat be a gangbangin' facade. Da truth is, we is all just white spaces. White spaces dat need suttin' ta fill em. Our thugged-out asses have found dat ponies work dopest fo' fillin up in dem blanks. Yo ass ponies is all so colorful naaahhmean, biatch? Yo ass is ghon be fillin up in mah white space, wit green, blue, n' a funky-ass bust a nut on of mahogany. I be straight-up excited. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Yo ass would not be excited, if you was awake n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. But yo ass is not awake, cuz I hit you straight-up hard on tha head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In fact, yo big-ass booty is ghon be chillin fo' a while now, nahmeean, biatch? For eva.

As I make lil' small-ass rap wit you, I be pryin yo' dome fo' memories. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon enough, I'ma have all of em. Every single one. Even tha ones you have repressed, or long forgotten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Not dat yo' skanky memory will bother you fo' straight-up long. Yo ass aint NEVER gonna gotta worry bout forgettin a name or grocery item again, cuz you aint NEVER gonna be awake again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Look at me, bustin you such a funky-ass big-ass favor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Yo ass probably would not be thinkin dat shiznit was a gangbangin' favor though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Dope thang you can not be thinkin now, nahmeean?

If you could be thinkin up in dis biatch, you probably would not be aiiight wit what tha fuck I be bustin. Ponies like ta be thinkin of mah kind as evil. Our asses aint evil. We is only bustin what tha fuck comes naturally ta us. Is tha fish evil fo' catchin tha parasprite, biatch? Is tha bear evil fo' catchin tha fish, biatch? Is tha manticore evil fo' catchin tha bear, biatch? I doubt you would argue dat they are.

If anything, we is good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! When tha predator catches its prey, tha prey leaves behind a cold-ass lil crew. Yo ass is leavin behind a cold-ass lil crew. Yo ass is leavin behind two fillies named Jade Crush n' Amber Wind, n' a cold-ass lil colt named Obsidian Leaf. Yo ass is leavin behind a hoe of five n' a half muthafuckin years named Sandy Shoreline. But they is not left behind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! That is cuz I be good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! I'ma care fo' dem when you no longer can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Which is now, by tha way.

Yo crazy-ass crew aint gonna feel a loss, cuz I'ma make dem be thinkin dat I be yo thugged-out ass. They will ludd me like they loved yo thugged-out ass. They will ludd me mo' up in fact, cuz I'ma be a funky-ass mo' betta homeboy n' daddy than you eva were, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I be a expert on love. Makin ludd is mah thang. For you dat shiznit was just a hobby. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. See, I be bustin yo' crew a gangbangin' favor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Ponies like ta be thinkin of mah kind as parasites. But straight-up, we is helpin yo thugged-out ass.

Those round me-as-you will notice chizzlez yo, but they will only notice phat ones. Yo crazy-ass boss will notice you now show up three minutes before yo' shift instead of two minutes late. Yo crazy-ass hoe will notice tha promotion yo big-ass booty is ghon receive up in bout three n' a half months as a result. Yo crazy-ass lil playas will notice mommy aint drankin as much. I'ma be a funky-ass mo' betta pony than you eva were, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Yo crazy-ass playaz will notice how tha fuck they no longer gotta pick up yo' tab all dem times each month. Da homeless pony on Fifth n' Walnut will notice tha bit you deposit up in his hat. Da Equestrian Tax Bureau aint gonna notice yo' unreported income, cuz yo big-ass booty is ghon report dat shit. I'ma be a funky-ass mo' betta pony than you eva were.

Those round yo big-ass booty is ghon notice these positizzle chizzles. They aint gonna notice tha headaches or shortnizz of breath they may occasionally have, or tha lack of juice they have up in tha mornings. That is not a god damn thang dat some fruity-ass malt liquor can not fix. They aint gonna notice these thangs, cuz they, like you, is fuckin wack.

Yes, yo ass be a straight-up wack pony. Yo ass fell tha fuck right tha fuck into mah trap. Yo ass ponies be thinkin yourselves tha apex speciez of tha land, yet you do not bother ta check tha pantry where I waited before you slept last night. Now I be buildin a cold-ass lil cocoon round you, up in a cold-ass lil cave five milez from yo' house. Yo ass is dumb, n' I pitizzle yo thugged-out ass.

Yo ass ponies be thinkin dat cuz our fanatical biatch was defeated, you have won. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass ponies have no clue how tha fuck wack yo ass is. Canterlot is but one hood on dis earth, n' yo' pretty bizzatches have lil bearin beyond tha puny bordaz of Equestria. We is everywhere, n' you do not even know dat shit. Really, yo ass is terribly trustin n' inept. Well shiiiit, it bogglez mah mind yo' kind survives all kindsa muthafuckin years.

Still, if you did not exist, I would not be able ta help you as I am. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So as I finish sealin you up in yo' chrysalis, I guess I owe you a props. What tha fuck iz left of yo' emotions n' magic juice is ghon be drained over tha next few days, n' soon yo big-ass booty is ghon be a gameless husk. But I be a phat 'ling. I be seein ta it dat you do not suffer n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So like you owe me a fuck you too, biatch? Unfortunately, yo ass is unable ta provide one, cuz yo ass be asleep. I guess dis exchange is one sided.

Thank yo thugged-out ass.

I was not a god damn thang without yo thugged-out ass. But now I'ma be something. Yo ass aint gonna be. Yo ass is ghon be dead, soon enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Thank yo thugged-out ass.

Now I be something.

Now I be yo thugged-out ass.

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