#MNR: CHELSEA'S MOST HATED

#MNR: CHELSEA’S MOST HATED
 
“If you want to be my family, we’ve got to start all over, be friends.”
Charlie Wilson
 
“I’ll be patient with you, no more fighting.”
Tems
 
“Last night was poppin’ like cop Glocks with hollow tip rounds.”
Fatal Hussein (RIP)
 
That’s word to the OUTLAW tat on my left forearm. RIP to Makaveli & Kadafi too. Outlaw Immortalz.
 
I know I’m that motherfucking nigga. I don’t need anyone to affirm that. I’m a handsome, fat, fly nigga with charm, sagacity, and immense intelligence. I talk my shit. I’m battle tested. I’m tried and true. I’m sincere. I’m a good lover. I pay my tax.
 
It comes as no surprise that niggas stay on my dick. Much love to the LGBTQ+ community. This messaging is not for y’all and is in no way intended to disrespect or belittle. This is for allegedly heterosexual MF who nut hug extraordinary gentlemen such as myself. I’m not gay, hoe ass niggas. I knew I loved pussy since my mom caught my best [girl] friend and I butt ass naked in my bed one Saturday morning. Bestie and I were both six years old. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew that we were supposed to be butt ass naked. What can I say? It was an Olympic year. Ever since that day, roll Tide. Having said as much, it came as no surprise that I was told the other day that a MF I know was texting with a lady I know. There’s nothing wrong, right? Wrong. This hating ass nigga threw reference to your boy in his texts, trying to throw salt on my name to boost his profile in hopes of some of that sweet potato pie. You, sir, are a bitch ass nigga. First off, you should know better than to think that she wasn’t going to hit my line and let me know all about your bitchassness. I got that word earlier than the news when they announce snow day school closings. LMMFAO. Typical. Y’all know the routine. A lame, unconfident nigga tries to tarnish your good and solid name in hopes of getting the pussy. SMMFH. This is a MF who I speak to and shake hands with. You hating ass nigga. The nerve of you. I should smack your brim off your MF head. You dumb ass nigga. Don’t you remember you slipping and telling me some of your personal business? I should let the females know how you like to play in your spare time. I’m not, though. I’m not a bitch ass nigga. I’m just going to carry the fuck up out you. In your face. In front of others. You’re just a hoe ass nigga. You’re not worth any trouble. Better luck next time, fuck face. Eat a dick. I still might spit in your face.
 
I know ole boy isn’t the only hater. I’m flattered.
 
We call this blog Monday Night R*w because it’s just that – raw as fuck. We discuss all types of fuckery every Monday night. But this blog is me on 35%. I’m way wilder than this. There were way too many days in this life that I didn’t give a single fuck. Plenty nights, too. Only a few MF know Mr. Monday frfr.  If I blogged on some of my escapades y’all would talk about me in the church house. Bad. A few of y’all would hate me. C’est la vie. I wouldn’t blame you, either. You can call me Despicable T. Just don’t call me collect or a liar. But I’m a leave my most vile thoughts in the vault. CEO and I need a Patreon for the true raw shit, LMAO. I can hear my Auntie now. You know I subscribed to your channel. Nigga, you ain’t got no damn sense. Not one bit. Auntie ain’t lying. Neither am I. I’m so sincere.
 
The city is starting to crack down on the dirty weed shops. They recently closed a shop I went to on 38th and Eighth Ave from time to time. They put a sticker on the gate explaining that they busted a dirty shop. My favorite shop had to close for a few days the week before last because their sister shop down in the financial district was raided. Those rich white folk asked questions. I’m guessing they didn’t hear what they wanted to hear so they called the man. Ole boy in my shop was so shook (and rightfully so) that he was sending lil mama down to the shop to reopen because he felt the community would be more friendly and receptive to her face opening that lock for the first time since the raid. The writing is on the wall. It’s only a matter of time before the city runs down on every dirty shop, Manhattan to Brooklyn. Yet, somehow, I know in my heart that my city will always find a way to stay dirty. When one shop closes, another will open. This shit is like bootlegging battle rap events. Them folk will never be able to fully stop the rain from falling. We shall see. I’m good regardless. I know way too many plugs. I get amazing prices. That’s nothing new. I used to move...never mind. Long live the hustle.
 
Don’t make me go, no. I just want to hold you. I need no control, no. Would you let me love you, me love you? It’s all over. I lost my composure. I got love to show you. Would you let me love you, me love you, baby?
 
I love Tems. I love this song. I forgot about how much I played this song a couple of years ago. I just want the DJ to play it back like three times while I dance with a beautiful lady. Then do it again just before the final song.
 
As CEO and I take our curtain call bows for this week, we want to shout out the Eastside of Harlem and the Fourth Ward of #07631. Big ups to the entire #100Blocks and #200Blocks. That’s Uptown Harlem and the entire #BXNYC for those who don’t know. Big ups to every borough. Peace to the entire Benjamin (Bergen) County and New Jerusalem as a whole. Peace to my folk in money earnin’ Mt. Vernon. I can’t forget Y-O and Strong Island. Big ups to VA, Murrland, the Carolinas, Georgia, PA, Delaware, Louisiana, Missouri, the great state of Texas, and Cali. Big ups to every African nation. Roll one more up. Leave the blunts and Grabba alone.
 
Not yet, tRump. I’m going to let this pot simmer a bit longer. The seasoning is just blending in the way I like. But this summer is your Waterloo, Cheesy. I’m here to usher you to political perdition.
 
Not for nothing, but "Scared Money" by Stalley and Kevin Durant (yes, KD35) is my favorite shit from anyone other than Sule' and The Hoodies. Listen to that shit immechiately if you haven't heard it yet. 


FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, TONANTZIN. 


Y'all know where the fuck to @ us.