"fucking lag..."

it sure is!

rich, judging by your poor argumentative skills, and lack of substance burgeoned by your ill-conceived defense of East Indians' pugilistic prowess....i'm going to assume your East Indian - and therefore throw hands like a toddler clawing at his mother's dress.

i concur.

all of the above my man...then i performed a headshot or two, and helped the janitor find piece of mind.

i toted gun parts into church and made my piece with the lord.

tell you what...i did some fancy meth last night and was able to communicate internationally with no cell phone at all....for one low monthly rate.

wut?

nauti-craft...an unfortunate name

this correction shit doesn't get old for anyone? i mean, it's like - we all see it, and it's ok.

my new rap name is Kerry Kilos.

i just scooted up in a phantom with the top chopped like ichabod crane

i melted down some prosthetic legs into a fresh pair of stiletto heels for my side-bitch to two-step in

little known fact - Lavar used to hustle crack rocks in time square, under the guise of Jaywood Cool - the prophetic poet.

i pull up to the Guggenheim in a Delorean with rare leathers playing a leading role in the upholstery.

peter dinklage has a small penis.

do you even rape, bruh?

i don't have to go rape a few people, to know that rape is stupid.

into guys for sure.

i never said they were...i've never smoked in my life.