"Ta-Da! Tryna make u disappear. Make u pack ya bags, get the hell out of here!"
Friday, Sept. 28, 2007 - 11:03 p.m.
Let me tell u: niggas. do. not. phase. me.
Periot. They just don't. One did and he was the last and only. The rest of these fools, the only thing I felt for they asses was sorry.
So when you try to back me into a corner and I buck up and go toe to toe with yo ass and u call urself getting upset and not wanting "to talk anymore right now"?
Was my "Alright. Talk to u later. *click*" too harsh? I don't think so.
U tryna show out in front of yo homeboy? U tryna pressure me into something? U think I'm 'bout to drop everything I have to do for the nothing you are offering me?
See there. U set yaself up to get ya feelings hurt actin' a damn monkey.
Guess what. I ain't answerin' nunna ya phone calls, so u can go right on ahead and stop dialing my mothaeffin' numba.
U have a good night now, ya hear. Bye!