……can you really take a man seriously if his name is Bubba, even though it means brother, it’s nothing hubba about bubba, and not because he’s middle class, don’t think too fast, I refuse to simply call him trash, but he’s low on cash, too fat to make the dash, when he jumps in the pool it does more then just splash. His neck is so red it’s burgundy, his brother commits burglaries, the whole family got liposuction surgeries, help me please I’m scared to sneeze, cause bubba’s here and his belly’s out, talking bout he’s a Boy Scout, at least that’s what he told Chris Hansen in a mansion, got caught texting kids he’s a champion, tried to take one for ransom, now he’s in prison prancing, with tattoos like Charles Manson, he still thinks he’s handsome, just because he’s another red neck’s grandson.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2022 17:31
- Category: Unclassified
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