FaceandBBC
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Ready to fucking erupt over that slimy, self-important cocksucker Duke Dennis. This asshole’s got me livid—flashing his cash, throwing wads of money at random fucks, fucking all the big booty shaniquas, all while I’m stuck in this shitty life, barely scraping by, hating every second of his smug, fake-ass existence. I wanna rape that son of a bitch, track him down, grab his scrawny neck, and smash him face-first into the concrete, make him bleed before I even start. I’d rip his prissy clothes to fucking shreds, tear ‘em off his back, and slam him down, ass up, ready to take every ounce of my pent-up fury.
His whole goddamn routine—thugmaxxing, fucking all tha ghetto big booty shaniquas, acting like some saintly prick—it’s all a load of horseshit, a big, fat scam to boost his ego and rake in millions from dumbass ape viewers. I’d kick his legs apart, spit on him, and fuck him raw, hard and fast, no mercy, just pure, violent hate. I’d make him scream, make him sob, watch his ugly nigger face contort as I pound the shit outta him, ripping through his dignity like a chainsaw. He thinks he’s hot shit, some untouchable YouTube kang, but I’d drag him through the filth, shove his bulbous nose in the dirt, and ram into him, breaking him down to nothing.
I’d grab his stanky ass dreads, yank it till he yelps, and fuck him deeper, laughing as he begs, as he cries like a little bitch, powerless under my wrath. I’d punch his back, call him a fake-ass, greedy cunt, and keep going, slamming into him, relishing every tear, every shudder. Duke Dennis, you pompous, rich fuck, I’d tear you apart, rape you until you’re a quivering, bloody mess, until your whole ‘hero’ act crumbles to shit. I’d stomp on your hands, grind your face into the ground, and fuck you again, loving how you break, how you collapse into a pathetic heap. Fuck your channel, fuck your thugmaxxing, fuck your whole goddamn life—I’d rape you until you’re nothing, leave you wrecked in the gutter, and I’d strut away, cackling at the broken, worthless piece of shit you are!
His whole goddamn routine—thugmaxxing, fucking all tha ghetto big booty shaniquas, acting like some saintly prick—it’s all a load of horseshit, a big, fat scam to boost his ego and rake in millions from dumbass ape viewers. I’d kick his legs apart, spit on him, and fuck him raw, hard and fast, no mercy, just pure, violent hate. I’d make him scream, make him sob, watch his ugly nigger face contort as I pound the shit outta him, ripping through his dignity like a chainsaw. He thinks he’s hot shit, some untouchable YouTube kang, but I’d drag him through the filth, shove his bulbous nose in the dirt, and ram into him, breaking him down to nothing.
I’d grab his stanky ass dreads, yank it till he yelps, and fuck him deeper, laughing as he begs, as he cries like a little bitch, powerless under my wrath. I’d punch his back, call him a fake-ass, greedy cunt, and keep going, slamming into him, relishing every tear, every shudder. Duke Dennis, you pompous, rich fuck, I’d tear you apart, rape you until you’re a quivering, bloody mess, until your whole ‘hero’ act crumbles to shit. I’d stomp on your hands, grind your face into the ground, and fuck you again, loving how you break, how you collapse into a pathetic heap. Fuck your channel, fuck your thugmaxxing, fuck your whole goddamn life—I’d rape you until you’re nothing, leave you wrecked in the gutter, and I’d strut away, cackling at the broken, worthless piece of shit you are!
