Yo, Gliaths, yo, Gliaths, Thomas Beach.

Poor chicken little. He did not deserve what I heard so far.

So this is what he says, oopsie-dee-dees, I'm going to leave you also with me.

Many old bitches roast my boy chicken little. He my homeboy. He part of the gang. He is an OG. If you roasting, I'm personally coming to your house and killing you in your sleep. sleep. Don't roast my boy Chick-A-Little. Eat my homie.

He looks pretty fuckable to be honest.

He's looking real bootylicious.

She said one with me I will cut you up into pieces oh you will be my dinner You ugly glasses freak

Oh hell no bro this freaking mother look like the third person to watch 1943 top shows

And don't do my boy chicken little like that. mad respect to him like, mm-mm, y'all need to stop playing.

The sky is falling!