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On Christmas morning Musichetta wakes up to find her two boyfriends struggling on the floor wrapped up like presents. She just watches them wriggle about and then sends a snapchat to grantaire

“Trying to get on my pimp shit
But I’m stuck on a druggy trip
So I fucked an ugly bitch
All the pretty hoes ditched
Yeah they know what snow is
I’M A LUSH
I’M A SAD SAP TRYING TO FILL HIS GUTS
Hope she gushes when that fat ass backs up, ima nut
I GOT THE LAST LAUGH BUT ONLY AS LONG AS THE LAUGHS LAST
Grey flags stay at half mast
Half cocked
Shawty blast
Oddy’s head popped gasp from the blast
AT LAST IM ONLY THE PAST
I got a gash in my thick skull
Throw me in the trash call for pick up
Death over bitches all cause of crystal
Blood spilling in my motherfuckin pimp cup
Used to love the bitch NOW she sucking other dicks
SO I CUT MY FUCKIN WRIST TILL I FEEL LIKE A PUDDLE OF PISS SUICIDE DEATH OF ME WHO GIVES A FUCK No-One”

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Missing my braids hard af lately.
You can keep your racist comments to yourself, haven’t you been told that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery? Bugger off, m8.