QuarterCenturyLegend
Stoopid Life
I was minding my own business one day enjoying the beautiful weather of Cleveland and came home to a loving mother of joy. I said "Mom, would you like to go to Randall Park Mall?" She responded with yes. I get outside of a clothing/ hip hop store and see this bytch ass nikka Lebron James. This motherfukker has the audacity to not see me, (mind you, i'm 6'2) so he bumps me, and expects an apology from me? My mother looks over and i'm like, ok, I can handle this. I wouldn't say I was punked, i'd say I was under the weather. I swung with a swift right! I was swinging my arm back to my side and I walked into the store w/o saying anything. Anyways, this is the main reason I hate Lebron. A decade ago or not, I hate Lebron. The sentences keep piling up because, say it with me. I hate Lebron. Before I end this, s/o to Delonte West http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70VYZ-_Z2PY