Image: On the pleasure of
hating, by William Hazlitt
Much luv to the h8rs; I do it for y’all. Especially touching are the threats of violence, even if they’re ultimately empty — just a way to strike a militant pose. The world has never known such profound impotence.
Got screenshots of these also, as backup, but figured I might use the neat “embed” feature while they’re still undeleted:
Needless to say, the people sending these tweets seem pretty upset.
(With respect to this last accusation, regarding “brownie points,” the only reason I brought it up was that some were insinuating that my problem dating her was on account of her ethnicity. Dumb.)
Anyway, none of this is particularly shocking or worrying. No cause for alarm. The fact some of them feel they have to seize on some rude remarks I made about an ex (after she physically assaulted me in the street, lol) shows just how desperate they are to discredit me. Like, really? Just seems like they’re reaching, that’s all. But hey, at least my ex had the chutzpah to make good on her violent threats. So until Sarah Nicole Prickett shanks me with a knife or J. Eden stuffs me on a jetliner set for collision with a mountain, I’m fairly unimpressed.
“My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I’m not at home, puffin lye relaxin.” Yeah, Prodigy sendin’ this one out, like a Spencerian…
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It’s like mixin vodka and milk
I’m goin out blastin’, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin’ how to act