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Yuh, ooh, brr, brr
Gucci gang, ooh
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh
Gucci gang, ooh
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Yuh, brr
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
My lean cost more than your rent, ooh (It do)
Your momma still live in a tent, yuh (Brr)
Still slangin' dope in the 'jects, huh? (Yeah)
Me and my grandma take meds, ooh (Huh?)
None of this shit be new to me (Nope)
Fuckin' my teacher, call it tutory (Yuh)
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella G's (Huh?)
Fuck your airline, fuck your company (Fuck it!)
Bitch, your breath smell like some cigarettes (Cigarettes)
I'd rather fuck a bitch from the projects (Yuh)
They kicked me out the plane off a Percocet (Brr)
Now Lil Pump flyin' private jet (Yuh)
Everybody scream, "Fuck WestJet" (Fuck 'em)
Lil Pump still sell that meth (Yuh)
Hunnid on my wrist, sippin' on Tech (Brr)
Fuck a lil' bitch, make her pussy wet (What?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Yuh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Huh?)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Yuh)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Huh?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

no I dont, care to clarify?

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R: *whimpering* nya nya nyaa nya nya nyaa nya nyaaa. oh Koneko-Chan, is that you? Hi-Hitoshi-San? Nya.

K: Konnichiwa, Raku-Chan, would you like some Mochi ice cream?

H: mmm Mochi ice cream? I want me some of that.

R: Oh, it was just a dream nya. oh im really thirsty nya.

K: wha- What was that sound nya? R-Raku-Chan! Nya! Are you okay?

K: Oh no the Tsubasas are back... The neko demon is still inside.

H: I really hope Raku-Chan is okay. *gasp*

B: I've been waiting for you.

H: No, wait!

H: Is that Koneko-Chan, and Raku-Chan too. I better go see whats up.

K: Hitoshi-San, Raku-Chan is sick. we're trying to get into the Vet but the door is locked.

H: Don't worry, baby. Let the *man* handle this

K: Oh arigato, Hitoshi-San. Anata is real life saver nya.

H: Anything for da ladies. nya~ rawr

K: No. It's empty. Pinche cabrón, it's EMPTY. Nya. No WHY? Nya WHY? nya

H: Well it is 3 AM.

K: You're right, Hitoshi-San. This is no time for a vet to be at work. What was I thinking nya?

R: Where am I? Desuuu.

K: Don't worry, Raku-Chan, we're just looking for the vet.

R: Oh, don't worry, Koneko-Chan, I'm fine nya. you don't have to always worry about me nya. all I need is some green tea and then ill be better nya so don't worry. *yawns* Oh! Hitoshi-San desuu

V: Were you nekos here all night?

H: Oh yeah uh sorry about your door.

V: Oh, don't worry about the door. I have door insurance.

K: Raku-Chan, She collapsed again and the tsubasas are back.

V: I have one more spell that should contain the demons for at least a day. But there are no guarantees after that.

H: Why didn't you just do that last time?

V: Oh, you know. I was just trying to make an entrance. She's fine for now, but who knows how long this would last? This could be the last day of her life.

K: So, Raku-Chan, what do you want to do?

H: We can do anything you want.

R: Oh I don't care what we do nya. as long as I'm with you two nya.

R: Oh Koneko-Chan, Hitoshi-San, there's going to be a festivaru tonight! ca- can we go nya?

H: Well you know I-

K: Of course we can, Raku-Chan.

R: Arigato desuu. Nya! I'm having so much fun!

K: Yeah, Raku-Chan, this sure is a real blast nya.

H: I'm sorry, nekos but would you look at the time? I've got something really important that i have to do. I'll catch you two later~

R: Demo- Hitoshi-San. nya.

K: You know Hitoshi-San's a very busy man. Let's let him be for a while.

R: Ok. if you say so, Koneko-Chan. Koneko-Chan, watashi so tired nya.

K: i think it's time we head home nya. I can make us some nice, hot, pleasant, comforting, herbal green tea.

R: Oh! I wonder who that could be nya. Oh? My old tomodachis from college, nya!

?: I brought you some desu.

W: Oh college is so kimchi.

W: Oh, Raku-Chan, i heard you were sick on the Facebooks and i just- i jus- i ca- it's so hard!

X: Hola, Raku-Chan, i miss you from the college days.

Y: Hey baby

Z: EYYYY Raku-Channnnn! I SURE HOPE YOU GET BETTER! MREEH-

R: Oh this is so touching desu! Arigato nya

W: awwwww

R: ahaha! not you nya. Arigato for the Jelly nya. It was so good to see Nya-Senpai, Arsenar-Senpai, Berry-Senpai, and Purita-Senpai nya. I wonder where Hitoshi-San is nya.

K: I don't know but I trust it's very very important. but don't worry about that now, Raku-Chan, I have a surprise for you nya.

R: Oh a surprise nya?

K: That's right, Raku-Chan, Ramen with a side of Mochi ice cream. Just the way you like it.

R: Oh arigato, Koneko-Chan.

R: Oh I'm really tired. I need some sleep nya.

K: yes. let's lay down. *yawns

K: I wonder if Raku-Chan's ok. Raku-Chan, it's been over 24 hours. Are you ok?

R: ah Nya I feel great, Koneko-Chan!

R: I should tell Hitoshi-San how I really feel. nya desuu. Koneko-Chan, c- can we go to see Hitoshi-San?

R: OH? Hitoshi-San?

H: Hey, you nekos. How you doing?

R: Oh Koneko-Chan, Onegai a bit of privacy nya

K: Of course nya. I'll leave you two alone.

R: Hitoshi-San... aishiteru~

H: Oh. Raku-Chan.

B: Wait up, Hitoshi baby

R: Nandesuka?! nya!

H: Raku-Chan, he and I are together now. gomenasai. nya~rawr.

R: Haaa... nya.. my- my- Kokoro nya...itai!

K: Raku-Chan!

H: But I. Raku-Chan, I--

R: I hope you and-

H: Oh his name is Bokutachi-San

K: Oh, I thought his name was Geoff!

B: Where'd you get Geoff from?

R: I hope you and Bokutachi-San are happy together. The neko demon may be gone but my heart cannot go on.

B: Hey!

H: No! Hang in there, baby.

R: Watashi so kimochi that i could spend last day with the two best tomodachis anyone could ever ask for. haha nyahaha. Sayonara, Koneko-Chan, and Hitoshi-San. ech

V: The only conclusion that I can come up with is that she died of a broken kokoro.

H: Minnasan, listen to me. Raku-Chan is a trooper. She's a fighter. There's no way she could die of a broken heart. I know deep down inside that Raku-Chan will be back and we'll have our kawaii fun times just like always. I know that I have faith that Raku-Chan will be back someday. Are you with me, good pal?

K: Hitoshi-San, I think you're just in denial.

B: you killed Raku-Chan with your love for me you dirty, dirty scoundrel, you~.

I think I may be a Boku no Hero Academia character that was sent to this world by mistake. I just feel all too comfortable while watching BnHA and all too spooked by this world (when I was getting mugged I screamed for All-Might on instinct lol I’m so random :D). I even think I could make it as a superhero cause I have a quirk!!11!1!!! My quirk lies in my scoliosis. When ppl notice my scoliosis I get so anxious but I could use it for good by distracting villains with my curvy spine. Thus allowing Deku and Bakugon (I ship bakuravity btw lol) to bravely defeat the villains and we could all be friends :). That’s why I am writing to Viz Media and Shonen to see if I can get me into the show! What are all of your thoughts? To give you an idea of what my character would look like, he would look just like me! tall, muscular, chiseled features, and really quirky (lol pun intended). I know it’s a lot to ask, but it would mean a lot to me to be in the Boku no Hero Academia universe and see my waifu Froppy. THANKS, and remember PLUS ULTRA

only for you 😘

flawless taste, exquisite.

In Episode 1, Uranohoshi Girls' High School student Chika Takami discovered the school idol group μ's while trying to catch a runaway flyer. Having had looked for something to devote her all to for a long time, she was inspired and decided to form her own school idol group.
With help from her friend You Watanabe, Chika tried to gather members at the school entrance ceremony, without any response from the student body. You and Chika then encountered first year students Ruby Kurosawa and Hanamaru Kunikida, and Chika tried to interest them in joining the school idol club. Yoshiko Tsushima suddenly interrupted the conversation and Hanamaru recognized her from kindergarten. Yoshiko ran off with the other two first years chasing her, and Chika proclaimed she would recruit them later.

After third year student and student council president Dia Kurosawa denied Chika permission to form a school idol club, Chika and You took the ferry to meet up with Kanan Matsuura, who told them she would not be re-entering school for a while longer. The three of them saw a helicopter flying past, in which Mari Ohara was sitting.

On the way home, Chika met Riko Sakurauchi, a student from Otonokizaka High School in Tokyo, and introduced her to school idols. Riko said they look normal, and Chika explained that the way normal people can become so radiant as school idols was why she was intrigued by them to the point of wanting to become one herself.

You told Chika she would join the school idol club, saying she had always wanted to be passionate about something together with Chika. Together they confronted Dia once again, who rejected them once more, questioning how they were planning to compose songs.

When Riko unexpectedly showed up as a transfer student in Chika and You's class, Chika recognized her and asked her to join the school idol club. "Kimeta yo Hand in Hand" was performed by Chika, You and Riko as an insert song, and the episode ended with Riko declining Chika's request.

During my childhood I was badly abused
and as I grew older, I became the accused.

The beating I took came straight from dad,
who used every obstacle to beat me so bad.

That tears that I've shed were because of fear,
that kick that I took it deafened my ear.

Doing hard labor at the age of nine
keeping the torment in back of my mind.

Eventually I became this child of steel
hard as a rock, with no tender feel.

I became immune to the blows to my head
as the tips of my welts that slightly bled.

The pain, it faded and my mind grew weak,
but as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.

He said he'll teach me from wrong to right,
but my rage grew stronger, so I stood to his fight.

He kicked down my door, I stood to my feet
he sensed the difference as our eyes finally meet.

I held no fear by the stare of my eyes
I was no longer afraid, but wanted him to die.

Speechless we stood as my fist starts to flinch
while he drew closer, I never flinched.

His first blow landed forcefully on my eye
I shook it off and said, "It's your turn to cry".

We fought like caged animals, He fell hard on the floor
I spat in his face and said, "NO MORE!".

After that night no two words were said,
walking to the beach with conflicting thoughts in my head.

Like: What did I do?, but yet felt as ease
I was happy to see him begging me please.
Was it the right thing for me to attack?
For the beatings to stop so he won't hit me back?
It must be the way for him to leave me alone.
I saw the fear in his eyes that had once been my own.

As I grew older it lingered in my mind
the memories I harbored never stayed behind.

I figured, "I'll be respected if I fight my way through because I've powered over my dad and I can power over you".

I never started trouble, but if it came my way
I'd fight to destroy with nothing to say.

The littlest thing you do can get me mad
who knows what will happen as you fade into dad.

My past still haunts me after all these years
it brings me power and hides my fears.

When I get into rage I can no longer see,
but I know you're my dad who stands in front of me.

I'll give all I've got till the damage is done
once again my past has won.

I've abused so many loved ones or not,
but I never cared and I never stopped.

It took that one night when pxwxr yelled it at me,
"The Devils in your eyes, Oh GOD please help me!".

The fear that I saw it made my heart burn
I wanted to run, but no where to turn.

I looked deep in her eyes and I seen myself there
she was badly bruised, just shaking with fear.

Now I'm in prison and paying my dues
for the damages I've caused with scared black & blues.

The memories continue to haunt me today
I want it to stop, please GOD take it away.

thank you my dearest <3

its not my birthday

You never thought I’d turn away.
You never believed you’d see this day.
Look again because here I go,
leaving behind all I know.
Changing it all as I must do.
Not daring to stop and think things through.
Wanting to run as fast as I can,
not stopping until I understand.
Like why did I let things get this way?
Why didn’t I leave yesterday?
How are things going to be
since there is no more you and me?

I was thinking of a son.
The womb is not a clock
nor a bell tolling,
but in the eleventh month of its life
I feel the November
of the body as well as of the calendar.
In two days it will be my birthday
and as always the earth is done with its harvest.
This time I hunt for death,
the night I lean toward,
the night I want.
Well then—
speak of it!
It was in the womb all along.

I was thinking of a son ...
You! The never acquired,
the never seeded or unfastened,
you of the genitals I feared,
the stalk and the puppy’s breath.
Will I give you my eyes or his?
Will you be the David or the Susan?
(Those two names I picked and listened for.)
Can you be the man your fathers are—
the leg muscles from Michelangelo,
hands from Yugoslavia
somewhere the peasant, Slavic and determined,
somewhere the survivor bulging with life—
and could it still be possible,
all this with Susan’s eyes?

All this without you—
two days gone in blood.
I myself will die without baptism,
a third daughter they didn’t bother.
My death will come on my name day.
What’s wrong with the name day?
It’s only an angel of the sun.
Woman,
weaving a web over your own,
a thin and tangled poison.
Scorpio,
bad spider—
die!

My death from the wrists,
two name tags,
blood worn like a corsage
to bloom
one on the left and one on the right—
It’s a warm room,
the place of the blood.
Leave the door open on its hinges!

Two days for your death
and two days until mine.

Love! That red disease—
year after year, David, you would make me wild!
David! Susan! David! David!
full and disheveled, hissing into the night,
never growing old,
waiting always for you on the porch ...
year after year,
my carrot, my cabbage,
I would have possessed you before all women,
calling your name,
calling you mine.