Groanman
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Moms said I looked too much like my Pops. 
Why Did Your Parents Beat You Back In The Day
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Everything makes sense now...
Breh, if they ever create a time machine, Ima hop in that DeLorean & tell @yo moms to beat that ass.
You would be better off in life
beating me would do nothing. just ask the single black mothers whos children are dead/in jail.
the artist known az
Hail the victors
Mr. Somebody
Friend Of A Friend
Slapped my teacher for playing with my hair.
the artist known az
Hail the victors
Your teacher was trying to
you?
Mr. Somebody
Friend Of A Friend
I dont know but i disciplined her for not knowing her boundaries.Your teacher was trying to
i honestly dont know how old she is. im not her oldest son tho. or her youngestt.
My most epic beatings (we all did dumb ish we got beat for so I won't name those lol)
-Stole gum and candy from a gas station by my house, to sell in school. Did that for a couple months...Got caught selling the candy in school and got suspended. Parents beat me like Kunta
-I stole comic books from BiLo when I was like 9-10(when I lived in SC)...Got caught when I came out walking funny...Moms made me go back in and apologize to the manager, beat me like my last name was Northrup
Lil story bout my last one...
Changed my grades on my report card in school (had a free period) in 8th grade, got caught by the teachers who's grades I changed (2 of em) and they both wrote in red ink that I changed my grades from Ds to Bs (i forgot the actual number grades) got home and changed the report card with the red ink to the previous quarter's report card (honor roll btw), had pops sign the report card jacket cuz he was napping on the couch, he did and I thought I was straight. Moms got home, so I figured since I got over on my pops it'd work on my mom. Man she looked at that report card, looked at me and said, "okay, where's the REAL report card?" My heart was in my throat. I got that joint for her, man she just said "wait til ya daddy come back home." They took turns beating me that night. Pops was pissed that I got him in trouble. "I'm beating you cuz you made me look like I don't care about you in front of ya moms"
I stopped lying to them after that spanking...
Needless to say, I don't lie or steal anything...I actually abhor stealing and lying...
-Stole gum and candy from a gas station by my house, to sell in school. Did that for a couple months...Got caught selling the candy in school and got suspended. Parents beat me like Kunta
-I stole comic books from BiLo when I was like 9-10(when I lived in SC)...Got caught when I came out walking funny...Moms made me go back in and apologize to the manager, beat me like my last name was Northrup
Lil story bout my last one...
Changed my grades on my report card in school (had a free period) in 8th grade, got caught by the teachers who's grades I changed (2 of em) and they both wrote in red ink that I changed my grades from Ds to Bs (i forgot the actual number grades) got home and changed the report card with the red ink to the previous quarter's report card (honor roll btw), had pops sign the report card jacket cuz he was napping on the couch, he did and I thought I was straight. Moms got home, so I figured since I got over on my pops it'd work on my mom. Man she looked at that report card, looked at me and said, "okay, where's the REAL report card?" My heart was in my throat. I got that joint for her, man she just said "wait til ya daddy come back home." They took turns beating me that night. Pops was pissed that I got him in trouble. "I'm beating you cuz you made me look like I don't care about you in front of ya moms"
I stopped lying to them after that spanking...Needless to say, I don't lie or steal anything...I actually abhor stealing and lying...
I got a tendency to talk back real slick.
I've hit them with some elaborate lies that I've been able to keep going for a year or so.
I have a tendency to test them when they say "don't do this or else".
I've hit them with some elaborate lies that I've been able to keep going for a year or so.
I have a tendency to test them when they say "don't do this or else".
MooseMouthMthafuga
Veteran
Worst ass whooping I ever got was at the hands of my step dad.
It was his B Day, so my mom made him this HUGE ass German chocolate cake(His fave).That shyt was massive.
He worked nights and didn't get home until like 2 am.Earlier that night, my mom left his cake sitting on the kitchen counter, while she sat in the living room and watched TV.
She had already gave us a slice(his niece was staying with us for the summer.she was older than me.I think she was 12 and I was 8), but that shyt was delicious, and I wanted more.
I asked moms for another slice, but she shot me down.Told me to throw my pajamas on and get ready for bed.
So I sat up in my room plotting on another way to get some cake.I look up and I see this huge blue cup sitting on my dresser.I start thinking to myself "I could just stuff cake inside that cup
"
And that's what I did.I pretended like I was in the kitchen getting water, but I was packing my cup with German chocolate.On my second trip, his niece woke up(we slept in the same room) and caught me in the act.She didn't snitch me out, though.Shot me a
and said "you better bring me some, to"
By the 3rd trip, moms was on the couch sleep.We WENT IN on that cake.I fell asleep like a fat cat soon after.Thinking I got over...........but oh no no no
Come 3 am, it was Nightmare On Elm St.I woke up to a nikka standing in the middle of my room sounding like Pac at the end of Hit Em Up.It was all aimed at his niece, though.She had a rep for being a trouble maker and always getting into shyt, so he blamed her initially.She broke down like she was catching the holy ghost.I never seen such sorrow.nikka pulled out the belt and beat the bark off her ass.
I'm in the top bunk with a birds eye view of this shyt.Watching somebody get chastised when you know you're guilty of the same crime
.I tried to pretend to stay sleep, but I had one squinted eye ball open, watching, listening.My body started to quake with lil tremors and shyt.I could feel that nikkaz emotions.He was hurt.We should've never touched that nikkaz B Day cakeis what my conscious kept telling me.
And right then, my name slipped out of her mouth.."MooseMouth did it to".BOOM...Next thing you know, I'm being snatched up outta the top bunk, hanging by the collar.
Couple of blows to the chest and legs....then the belt
.Just when I thought it was over, the nikka took a 5 minute intermission, and came back with a house shoe.Wore us out some more.
That next morning, he let some of the lil neighborhood kids have the rest of the cake.He made us sit down and watch them eat it.Staring at us likethe whole time.I guess the ass whooping had turned into some psychological shyt at that point.I don't know, maybe it was supposed to make us feel jealous or some shyt
I guess it wasn't about the cake, but the principalities.I didn't feel shyt ,but the awkwardness.Deep down inside, I'm thinking "I aleady had my fair share of this cake
"
It was his B Day, so my mom made him this HUGE ass German chocolate cake(His fave).That shyt was massive.
He worked nights and didn't get home until like 2 am.Earlier that night, my mom left his cake sitting on the kitchen counter, while she sat in the living room and watched TV.
She had already gave us a slice(his niece was staying with us for the summer.she was older than me.I think she was 12 and I was 8), but that shyt was delicious, and I wanted more.
I asked moms for another slice, but she shot me down.Told me to throw my pajamas on and get ready for bed.
So I sat up in my room plotting on another way to get some cake.I look up and I see this huge blue cup sitting on my dresser.I start thinking to myself "I could just stuff cake inside that cup
"And that's what I did.I pretended like I was in the kitchen getting water, but I was packing my cup with German chocolate.On my second trip, his niece woke up(we slept in the same room) and caught me in the act.She didn't snitch me out, though.Shot me a
and said "you better bring me some, to"By the 3rd trip, moms was on the couch sleep.We WENT IN on that cake.I fell asleep like a fat cat soon after.Thinking I got over...........but oh no no no
Come 3 am, it was Nightmare On Elm St.I woke up to a nikka standing in the middle of my room sounding like Pac at the end of Hit Em Up.It was all aimed at his niece, though.She had a rep for being a trouble maker and always getting into shyt, so he blamed her initially.She broke down like she was catching the holy ghost.I never seen such sorrow.nikka pulled out the belt and beat the bark off her ass.
I'm in the top bunk with a birds eye view of this shyt.Watching somebody get chastised when you know you're guilty of the same crime
.I tried to pretend to stay sleep, but I had one squinted eye ball open, watching, listening.My body started to quake with lil tremors and shyt.I could feel that nikkaz emotions.He was hurt.We should've never touched that nikkaz B Day cakeis what my conscious kept telling me.And right then, my name slipped out of her mouth.."MooseMouth did it to".BOOM...Next thing you know, I'm being snatched up outta the top bunk, hanging by the collar.
Couple of blows to the chest and legs....then the belt
.Just when I thought it was over, the nikka took a 5 minute intermission, and came back with a house shoe.Wore us out some more.That next morning, he let some of the lil neighborhood kids have the rest of the cake.He made us sit down and watch them eat it.Staring at us like
the whole time.I guess the ass whooping had turned into some psychological shyt at that point.I don't know, maybe it was supposed to make us feel jealous or some shytI guess it wasn't about the cake, but the principalities.I didn't feel shyt ,but the awkwardness.Deep down inside, I'm thinking "I aleady had my fair share of this cake"
the artist known az
Hail the victors
Worst ass whooping I ever got was at the hands of my step dad.
It was his B Day, so my mom made him this HUGE ass German chocolate cake(His fave).That shyt was massive.
He worked nights and didn't get home until like 2 am.Earlier that night, my mom left his cake sitting on the kitchen counter, while she sat in the living room and watched TV.
She had already gave us a slice(his niece was staying with us for the summer.she was older than me.I think she was 12 and I was 8), but that shyt was delicious, and I wanted more.
I asked moms for another slice, but she shot me down.Told me to throw my pajamas on and get ready for bed.
So I sat up in my room plotting on another way to get some cake.I look up and I see this huge blue cup sitting on my dresser.I start thinking to myself "I could just stuff cake inside that cup
And that's what I did.I pretended like I was in the kitchen getting water, but I was packing my cup with German chocolate.On my second trip, his niece woke up(we slept in the same room) and caught me in the act.She didn't snitch me out, though.Shot me a
By the 3rd trip, moms was on the couch sleep.We WENT IN on that cake.I fell asleep like a fat cat soon after.Thinking I got over...........but oh no no no
Come 3 am, it was Nightmare On Elm St.I woke up to a nikka standing in the middle of my room sounding like Pac at the end of Hit Em Up.It was all aimed at his niece, though.She had a rep for being a trouble maker and always getting into shyt, so he blamed her initially.She broke down like she was catching the holy ghost.I never seen such sorrow.nikka pulled out the belt and beat the bark off her ass.
I'm in the top bunk with a birds eye view of this shyt.Watching somebody get chastised when you know you're guilty of the same crime
And right then, my name slipped out of her mouth.."MooseMouth did it to".BOOM...Next thing you know, I'm being snatched up outta the top bunk, hanging by the collar.
Couple of blows to the chest and legs....then the belt
That next morning, he let some of the lil neighborhood kids have the rest of the cake.He made us sit down and watch them eat it.Staring at us like
Thatrogueassdiaz
We're on the blood path now
Worst ass whooping I ever got was at the hands of my step dad.
It was his B Day, so my mom made him this HUGE ass German chocolate cake(His fave).That shyt was massive.
He worked nights and didn't get home until like 2 am.Earlier that night, my mom left his cake sitting on the kitchen counter, while she sat in the living room and watched TV.
She had already gave us a slice(his niece was staying with us for the summer.she was older than me.I think she was 12 and I was 8), but that shyt was delicious, and I wanted more.
I asked moms for another slice, but she shot me down.Told me to throw my pajamas on and get ready for bed.
So I sat up in my room plotting on another way to get some cake.I look up and I see this huge blue cup sitting on my dresser.I start thinking to myself "I could just stuff cake inside that cup
And that's what I did.I pretended like I was in the kitchen getting water, but I was packing my cup with German chocolate.On my second trip, his niece woke up(we slept in the same room) and caught me in the act.She didn't snitch me out, though.Shot me a
By the 3rd trip, moms was on the couch sleep.We WENT IN on that cake.I fell asleep like a fat cat soon after.Thinking I got over...........but oh no no no
Come 3 am, it was Nightmare On Elm St.I woke up to a nikka standing in the middle of my room sounding like Pac at the end of Hit Em Up.It was all aimed at his niece, though.She had a rep for being a trouble maker and always getting into shyt, so he blamed her initially.She broke down like she was catching the holy ghost.I never seen such sorrow.nikka pulled out the belt and beat the bark off her ass.
I'm in the top bunk with a birds eye view of this shyt.Watching somebody get chastised when you know you're guilty of the same crime
And right then, my name slipped out of her mouth.."MooseMouth did it to".BOOM...Next thing you know, I'm being snatched up outta the top bunk, hanging by the collar.
Couple of blows to the chest and legs....then the belt
That next morning, he let some of the lil neighborhood kids have the rest of the cake.He made us sit down and watch them eat it.Staring at us like
Okay, so I'll contribute
So back in the day, I got my first cell phone: the Samsung slide
& this was a step up from the razor flip phone era that was so popular.
Lil brehs wasn't up on that cell phone game back then, so nikkas used to be envious of my shyt
So my moms telling me about the phone one day & shes like "Whatever you do, don't be going on the internet on your phone. It costs me money every time a web page loads."
I was like
...
Cause all I heard was "Internet on your phone". So your boy used to spend nights watching episodes of Batman Beyond & Static shock consistently for about a month.
That shyt used to spend 10 minutes buffering, on that tiny ass screen. But that was new technology so I was elated
But my moms got the cell phone bill at the end of the month. My bill came out to about $1400. My mom called me over on some
" Tell me the truth, did you ever use the internet on your phone?
"
Im like "
Watchu mean? You told me not to"
"Ok
"
So I go back to my room & She's talking to AT&T customer service frustrated as fukk. Im just sitting in my room listening like & weighing my options. Wondering if I can survive the three story jump out of my apartment window.
So I hear my mom ask for the web page history...
Next thing I hear is a few swift footsteps, and my door swung the fukk open. My mom took my Samsung Slide and bashed my head in with it
She just landed so many barrages of hits on me, & my grandma had to pull her back like it was a trashy WSHH video
So, I didn't get another phone for a few years... & was scared mentally.
So back in the day, I got my first cell phone: the Samsung slide
& this was a step up from the razor flip phone era that was so popular.
Lil brehs wasn't up on that cell phone game back then, so nikkas used to be envious of my shyt
So my moms telling me about the phone one day & shes like "Whatever you do, don't be going on the internet on your phone. It costs me money every time a web page loads."
I was like
...Cause all I heard was "Internet on your phone". So your boy used to spend nights watching episodes of Batman Beyond & Static shock consistently for about a month. That shyt used to spend 10 minutes buffering, on that tiny ass screen. But that was new technology so I was elated
But my moms got the cell phone bill at the end of the month. My bill came out to about $1400. My mom called me over on some
" Tell me the truth, did you ever use the internet on your phone?
"Im like "
Watchu mean? You told me not to""Ok
"So I go back to my room & She's talking to AT&T customer service frustrated as fukk. Im just sitting in my room listening like
& weighing my options. Wondering if I can survive the three story jump out of my apartment window.So I hear my mom ask for the web page history...
Next thing I hear is a few swift footsteps, and my door swung the fukk open. My mom took my Samsung Slide and bashed my head in with it
She just landed so many barrages of hits on me, & my grandma had to pull her back like it was a trashy WSHH video
So, I didn't get another phone for a few years... & was scared mentally.
i have a white mother.
You're saying that like it's something to be proud of.
Push that bytch far enough to her breaking point and she would have put you and any of ya siblings in the mini van and drove off the nearest cliff.
