How I imagine Wigger Rich after hearing all this new Opie/Roland/Paul drama

157  2017-06-30 by dave72988

37 comments

Mom! I'm gonna need even more spaghetti!

That is so Goddamn stupid that I feel like an absolute retard at how hard I laugh at it.

you probably are, I watched it for few seconds, thought Wtf is this stupi shit", and closed it.

Then your ADHD ass missed the funny parts.

Cool edit.

thanks

did not even occured

What.

occur

eng is my 3rd language

What language do I need to translate "kill yourself" into?

well the best way to do it to show by example - may I suggest FB live or something like that.

You understood perfectly so just jump off a building.

what? can you repeat that? show me what you want?

Dis guys fawkin guhd!

Good for you, ESL Florentine.

HIS TITS ARE SWEATY, KNEES DOWN, JAWS ARE READY

Bam's spaghetti

Opie only had one shot, missed his chance, he blows.

marriage is weak anxiety heavy about to drop bombs but leave it alone already only bookable guest is mike bocchetti

His tits are sweaty
Mic's cold, bombed already
There's vomit in our cars, it's heavy, the balloon is leady
His worst bits, that he keeps nursing like it's gold and steady
His crazy mom, it's where his mind's surely headin'
His show blows now, there's no crowd, Opie pouts
Closed his mouth, Sherrod's tongue still sticks out
He's broken now, everybody's got their doubts
Jazz it up shirts, WOW, Grandma's jokes ran out

There's vomit in our cars, it's heavy, the balloon is leady

*There's vomit in our car, road sodas a'plenty.

Alright we get it

Dis guys good.

ellen?

No, Katy Perry

I started writing a little something, if anyone wants to give me some feedback so far.

Yo, yo, yo

His name is Paul

He likes to ball

And he hangs at the mall

In bathroom stalls

Get this man a Vibe music award.

RIP Prodigy

Wrong Paul. That's uncle paul

You spit hot fire

He need to be steppin back from da oven, cause the oven it hot- Sherrod Small.

For a nigger, Sherrod has no lyrical skills

Or athletic ability, judging from the rest of 'his people', all thats left is selling drugs.

Deadbeat dads

Knew i was forgetting something

U should ghostwrite the entire next Kendrick album.

Ay Ay lets get this shit foloow me now

Paul is a fucking pimp fuck Opie takin no shit

Slap that bitch ass Cuban wish his chocolats had wrappers

Walk out the studio roll the blunt take a big boy hit

Opie gettin high pitched tits out like 1920's flappers

you rap like a 12 year old white kid writes poetry

In that case, please come to my house so I can teach ya some "poetry." Show ya how to keep tha rhythm.

Your flow is whack

His tits are sweaty Mic's cold, bombed already There's vomit in our cars, it's heavy, the balloon is leady His worst bits, that he keeps nursing like it's gold and steady His crazy mom, it's where his mind's surely headin' His show blows now, there's no crowd, Opie pouts Closed his mouth, Sherrod's tongue still sticks out He's broken now, everybody's got their doubts Jazz it up shirts, WOW, Grandma's jokes ran out

Dis guys fawkin guhd!