Saw T-Bob last night at his Dad's place. I should have asked him if the boo birds still hurt his feelings. But then I'd have to call an ambulance.
I'll say it again. 1. If a player can stand out there and take the accolades when he excels then he can stand out there and take the boos when he fouls up. Crybabies don't become champions. 2. Fans who boo their own team are really classless and foolish. Disrespected teams don't become champions either.
I'd be more concerned about being shane's bro if I were you. I am not even sure if that coullion meant it. On topic, football players don't have to take that shit; whereas, those golf pussies do.
reminded me of the first shakespeare I read. I was drawn to the alliteration. They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plotting on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas Puffing weed as I position myself toclock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evading the playa hating tricks, while hitting switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed The sickest psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffing weed wit my peeps I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
