Description coming soon. Trilogy to two other books of the author. If you read anything of hers, then you know she has a helluva imagination. Based on her own ideas and not off of others. So many of her stories has been sampled. This wont be any dif...
I hope Bill figures out that Shakey had her ex take me and they got me. I bet she is over to the crib taking cash shiid to Bill. Like where is Smelly? She knows good and hell well where I am. Cornell had me roughed up and took my Glock. I got to figure out a way to xscape. Look like I am in a small closet and the doors are bolted. Damn, I need Lynnae to bring me a weapon. She too busy being entertained by her Bi-sex*ual lover. That is not cool Lynnae. Sure we have an open relationship, but I need you to come for me. Not cUm, but come. Bring your gangster girls with you. Including your bodyguard, Sweets. Damn you Shakey and you think you gonna get some dvck after this? Better think again. Cornell said he was bring a girl in here with full blown AIDS to infect me. I know as soon as that damn door opens, Imma make a move. Just standing here waiting. That's what I was suppose to do to Mr. Kneels. They were suppose to suppy me with that deadly syringe. I was suppose to wait until he was trying to bed Lynnae and wait until she got out of the way and stuck his retard ass.
I hope I still get that chance. Cant stand the damn weird ass creep. Right now that got my ass on blast. Lynnae you best start getting the feels directed my way or your thick piece of meat will be contaminated. Damn Lynnae, cant you feel me right now. Hell I gave you some hella dvck before we parted ways. You ask could you stay and keep cruising those gorgeous cruises. I dont know where the fvck you and Sweets are now. When I checked, they said the two of you left and said something about The Big Apple. I am coming for you.
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Shakey you got to be a bad biotch to get your ex- to swipe me off the damn streets. Either he wants to impress you or he got plans for my ass himself. Which I am neither ready. Pretty is as pretty does and right now Shakey, you are a scandalous dingbat. Imma see if I can wipe that GD smile off your face. I mean no amount of make up going to put your conniving ass back together again. I just might throw some liquir fire in your damn face. I am serious. So serious. When they bring that tainted biotch in here they better bring some of those special rubbers for AIDS patients too. I am not about to have some suicide se*x for my death certificate. I know somebody's lying because Shakey wants some of me too bad to let this shiid go down. She really trying too damn hard.
Unless she is going to go look for Lynnae and try and get her out of the picture once and for all. Then come back and make me her little submissive lap dog. I got all this stuff running through my head and it's terrifying. Well if Shakey just do Mr. Kneels and maybe just maybe I'll leave Lynnae and let Sweets turn my woman out and we can all sit back and watch the breakin news about Mr. Kneels. I know I dont give a flying fvck about that horse face rodent.
Shakey come on and get the feels and call your ex- off and let's make a deal. I am desperate to get to Mr. Kneels. He trying to take over La La Land and anit no happenings. He about to get dealt with. On this side of the world. I got to keep thinking. To keep from going stare crazy in this damn closet. I said keep it in the closet. About me and Mr. Kneels being long time secret lovers. The world would never suspect that we never hated each other, we were doin each other. So now we both have to meet our untimely demise. In the mean time and in the between time. I believe being trapped in this closet has brainwashed me to a degree.
Damn if they just play some damn music, I can stop going crazy with these crazy thoughts in my head. I wouldn't put it behind me if Mr. Kneels did not have something to do with this shiid. What if I am never found and he had something to do with my disappearance? They would never suspect him. Never!
I hope in seven years that mother-fuc*kker get what's coming to him. I might not know it now. But Bey Bey
