You’re a gross blackmans. When you shout out your calls whenever I walk by, it first made me nervous. Then I just ignored you, and very soon after, realized you just don’t have a brain in your big nappy head. What is it that makes a darkie lose his mind every time I walk by? I see some other girls walk by you and you drag your knuckles and grunt, but I come around and you all but leap in front of traffic.

A little experiment. Thin cotton leggings perhaps? The shortest eye contact ever, accompanied with a scoff, and something you want to press rewind so you can see one more time. An...

You’re a gross blackmans. When you shout out your calls whenever I walk by, it first made me nervous. Then I just ignored you, and very soon after, realized you just don’t have a brain in your big nappy head. What is it that makes a darkie lose his mind every time I walk by? I see some other girls walk by you and you drag your knuckles and grunt, but I come around and you all but leap in front of traffic.

A little experiment. Thin cotton leggings perhaps? The shortest eye contact ever, accompanied with a scoff, and something you want to press rewind so you can see one more time. An ass like a corn fed black girl, but a tiny yoga waist and expensive fake titties.

“Give me your money, blackmans.”

This of course commences to big purple drooping lips, like Biggie Smalls at Ihop on Tbone night...

You like looking at this ass? I like cash.

He’s more than happy to give it up. No jordans for the naglets this month, that black cash just got taken by my white ass.