THE GENETIC FREAK TURNED 54 YESTERDAY, AN HIS BED WAS A GIANT CAKE WITH 54 bytchES ON IT LIKE CANDLES, SO WHEN FREAKZILLA BLEW, ALL THOSE bytchES KNEW, THAT THE BIG BAD BOOTY DADDY WAS GONNA GO RIGHT THROUGH
SIX OF EM DIED DUE TO SUFFOCATION, 41 ARE CURRENTLY WALKIN LIKE JOHN WAYNE AN THE REMAININ MAGNIFICENT SEVEN ARE IN THE KITCHEN SCRUBBIN MY FLOOR AND MAKIN ME BREAKFAST LIKE THE CHAMP THAT I AM
HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME
