Sorry to break it to you, buddy, but like this is a catfish and what the actual fuck are you fucking on? Are you fucking on some drugs or some shit? Because damn, bro, what the fuck? Oh my such a big butt. Like bro, what the fuck is like who the fuck is today?

No, because you're mad weird. Out of all the people that was in these comments since, you got a big butt. You're gonna reply to my comment, mine, in mixing? Girl, grow up!

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First of all, I don't know who you're talking to. You think you're talking to everybody named mama, but you're really not. What you need to be talking to is that fat-ass Bentley. But alright. As a matter of fact, you need to be fine for that sound like your grandmama is fine for her life in that hospital bed. So why are you still talking to me? You big fat-ass bitch. Yeah, you got a penis on your forehead. So, uh, uh, be quiet. With your big fat ass. Talk about something built like a pipe. Move around, saggy-feet built like a hoe. Like you're built like a brick.

If I have a fucking grandma, yours fucking died eating a fucking Reese's peanut butter cup. Like, come on, bitch.

Oh, and as a matter of fact, your grandma was popping her big fat saggy cooch at the corner store for them youngins. So you really should be talking. Before you ever talk, go get your grandmama from that corner store, go pop her little cooch, and then come back and talk. Because she's on the verge of dying, and she's trying to pop cooch. Like, what? Go get her, then come back and try to say someone's catfishing. Yeah. That's what I thought. Silence was your big fat build like a brick, haven't it?