Great.
My brother was with me lastnight, walking around my job with my brother just shooting the shit. So out of the blue some dude creeps up from behind and busts him in the face with a bottle talking that 'up that money' nonsense right? Like I'm soft or some shit. So I toss his bitch ass, get jumped by his 2 boys. My brother ups a knife, everybody backs up. Dude that smacked my brother is like "my bad mistaken identity cuz" right? Right. Its alittle too late for that shit, but dude's a hoe and pulls out some rambo knife and everybody else has got rambo knives so I had to be easy for a second. Took my brother to get cleaned off, called my guy. Go to work right? Guess who I see coming up just when I'm leaving work to go look for his bitch ass.. Dude that hit my brother with the damn bottle. He actually drove up on me by his self talking some 'my twin brother' shit like I'm just the biggest dumbass in the world. If you think I didn't punch the fuck out of him, you probably don't know me. 1-2. Plain and simple. But first I talked to him, because he kept reaching by the gearbox like he had something.
I really don't like talking about issues because it just pisses me off worse. But since I already planned on fucking him up it helped refresh my memory on just how much I wanted to hurt the faggot. I almost knocked his bitch ass in the passenger seat, I tried to snatch him out but dude shifted and started driving crazy so I had to jump off. And he comes back still talking that twin brother shit. All of this. Right outside of my job. Right. I won't lie, odds are I'm going to see dude again. The way I'm feeling, I really don't give a fuck. I wish he would have manned up and fought me instead of making me have to sucker punch his scary ass. But I did drop a nasty 1-2 dead on his fucking grill. I'm like, you and your 2 boys jump and I didn't break my damn cigarette, I slap you up and you're leaking like you need a fucking maxi pad. Bitch ass niggas. I don't know, I have the most insane luck when it comes to drama. If I have a problem with you, it doesn't matter if you live in bombafuck egypt. Odds are. We're going to bump heads. Sooner than later. I had never seen dude before that, and this is my neighborhood. 2 hours later guess who's bizzack? I tried to break his damn jaw. Fucking pussy. We'll see what happens now.
I really don't like talking about issues because it just pisses me off worse. But since I already planned on fucking him up it helped refresh my memory on just how much I wanted to hurt the faggot. I almost knocked his bitch ass in the passenger seat, I tried to snatch him out but dude shifted and started driving crazy so I had to jump off. And he comes back still talking that twin brother shit. All of this. Right outside of my job. Right. I won't lie, odds are I'm going to see dude again. The way I'm feeling, I really don't give a fuck. I wish he would have manned up and fought me instead of making me have to sucker punch his scary ass. But I did drop a nasty 1-2 dead on his fucking grill. I'm like, you and your 2 boys jump and I didn't break my damn cigarette, I slap you up and you're leaking like you need a fucking maxi pad. Bitch ass niggas. I don't know, I have the most insane luck when it comes to drama. If I have a problem with you, it doesn't matter if you live in bombafuck egypt. Odds are. We're going to bump heads. Sooner than later. I had never seen dude before that, and this is my neighborhood. 2 hours later guess who's bizzack? I tried to break his damn jaw. Fucking pussy. We'll see what happens now.