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I called him a baconator because I didnt want to say what he really was. Ok, dam*it hes a hater. He was applauded in my face and talking sh*t behind my back. I had to slap him on the back of the neck and just look at him when I did it. He knew who he was and didnt even respond. I could see the grease dripping from his forehead.
Inside he was already dead, he let life get away from him and he was leeching off of me. I wasnt having it. I slapped back and it resonated with him.
Be a better you and let me be a better me. Is that too much to ask for?
