I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly

I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly judging the loud mouth talkers and the extra people who dance around like its recess. Ugh how i wish these people would just leave.

As I sat alone, fuming in my fog of hatred towards the open-mouth chewers and french fry moochers, I saw her. An angel in Uggs and Abercrombie & Fitch. She looked up and caught my

eye, i wanted to look away but i knew i couldn't. She stared back at me intently as if she was waiting for something, I opened my mouth and tried to speak but

who are you lmao ! freaky ASS

Im da man of yo dirty fever dreams

Bruh..........

for real Bruh....

Bruh. sup? num say? poppin? up the topside. Got Shady down fersum skippy, my mane. Ya dig? Don be foldin no sh*t bout my gangsta, Bruh. An pulld dem pantsum. Ken see yo dope kaboos

, chicka chicka boom boom, chicka chicka boom.