I know you're hungry. I see you.

I'd just like to take a minute to give a shout out to my clone army! Seriously, shit is out of hand. Be you, don't be me. As much as love to inspire people. There is a huge fucking diff between "inspired by" and "knock off". So since all of you designer impostor motherfuckers refuse to get off my swagg, better put your fucking running shoes on bitches cos my shit is about to be evolving real motherfucking quick. And next time you biting ass hoes think about feasting, remember... I'm that bitch that'll leave you with nothin but the taste of your own blood in your mouth. Ask about me.
"Everytime they talk about what they gon get they be looking at my blog, knife and forking my shit"

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