Ms. Na-Poop 2025 You Have Mail💩

You old withered down cratered face prolapsed stinky cunt      
I am only telling the truth, and being up front      
For all those sticks and stones, you pray to, what for      
An encased old broad with no stories to tell, just a lineage of sweet misfit boy toys     
A grandma love is beyond the dressed and hushed when he was wearing a skirt      
Tell us what to really happened to your child, I know it may still hurt      
       
No even spiritual chants, and your old arthritic ass, and have to have the nerve to try and rant      
No bitch those little innuendos not working any more, I do not blink an eye or pant      
You try too hard to convince yourself, from what you try to hide      
Watch a pale face racist who bring chaos under disguise      
And you try to represent the skies        
An old demoness living under Medicare, aged and generation of a lie      
Your life was over so long ago      
Your words you sow, cold        
How do you look you self in the mirror, a grandma, wicked lineage cursed upon your scrolls      
       
A generation of a suicide soldier, a death you could not even predict, death did not cheat    
A worthless seed you carried, a male with the hunger of another man’s meat      
Makes me wonder who you had in your sheets      
Poor ass mama could not make no potion for that      
When son refuses to smell a real woman’s kitty cat      
What is he to do, when a fake ass woman has to play the southern part      
Go on, I understand, your cursed bloodline that affects your families’ men, you have taken to heart      
       
Yes, you have a history of bucking      
Your forefathers were the evil ones sneaking in those plantation fields, pale faced masters to slaves, straight buck fucking      
And here today, you sit your cratered faced ass down like you are spiritual awake      
A racist, half dead cripple old bitter mouth snake      
Did you think the sins of your wicked clan will bless your womb        
No, it passed to your generation to become the songs your mourning glory doom      
A silent cause for you to give freedom to your wreckage past      
For a grandma who had a son who was a fa...      
       
His ass was exposed until the day he could not take it and died      
No, beast, you may fool all the masses with the gibberish bullshit      
You cannot carry a son to adulthood because as a male they were cursed as having dicks      
Do not hide your cursed family behind your words, the masses are much smarter than this      
       
An old babbling bitch with control related issues      
Cannot tell you about the sky other than its AI equations and wishes      
Sweet boys and you having to purchase girly toys      
For all those stones and sticks you talk too      
It still will not calm your mind, you are the recipient of its glooming food      
I see why you hold on so tight to that antebellum creed you uphold      
Just let us know      
You keep making present excuses for your child, who is gone, his life you or he could never atone      
And you try so hard to give credence to a wicked lifestyle, not of the wise      
Do you feel left out because no man climbs between your old, wiggled thighs      
You are too old to use batteries, a frigid lay you are, damn and old my      
         
You were better off going to a sperm bank      
       
This Is Your Lineage, History, and it is shameful.      
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