You are a worthless, bitch-ass nigga. Your life literally is as valuable as a summer ant. I’m just gonna stomp you, and you’re gonna keep coming back. I’ll seal up all my cracks, but you’re gonna keep coming back. Why? Because you smellin’ the syrup. You worthless, bitch-ass nigga.

You gonna stay on my dick until you die. You serve no purpose in life. Your purpose in life is to be on my stream sucking on my dick daily. Your purpose in life is to be in that chat blowing the dick daily. Your life is nothing; you serve zero purpose. You should kill yourself, NOW, and give somebody else a piece of that oxygen and ozone layer that’s covered up so that we can breathe inside this blue trash bubble.

What are you here for? To worship me? Kill yourself. I mean that, with a 100%, with a 1000%. I’ve never seen somebody so worthless in my life. I’m deadass. I’ve not seen a more worthless nigga in my life.

If he has kids? Oh my god, imagine if a nigga like that has kids. Like imagine. Imagine if somebody like that actually has kids. I would feel so sorry for his children because the nigga literally serves no fucking purpose. Imagine a father; now we got lots of niggas with wives and kids and shit that suck my dick daily on the internet. But imagine if this nigga actually had children. This nigga is devoting the time he could be spending with his kids checking out a black man on stream, cucking over him relentlessly. It’s crazy. I’ve never seen someone so relentless to be seen. Somebody, somebody, somebody’s value so worthless that they’ll come into a fucking stream and keep coming in this bitch over and over and over and over and over and over again.

We keep banning you. Nigga, let me, let me, let’s do you a favor. Let’s go to the 99-cent store, let’s pick out a rope together. I’m gonna give you an assisted suicide. Let’s pick out a rope together, right? And we’re gonna take all the greatest troll clips, put a TV screen right in front of you. I’m gonna hang that rope on top of the motherfucking garage.