BITCH PLEASE

First of all, let me say that for a while now I have really been trying to let people get their words out and do their thing. That is because I believe it is a beautiful thing to watch people express themselves through the written word; but now a lot of bitches are getting out of MuthaFucking HAND……


I love to read, so I go through web sites, magazines, and books because I have a blog (http://www.youngbreezy.com/), where I share what I’ve learned and find interesting. Lately I have been reading what a lot of bitches are saying (PIMP GODS FORGIVE ME); and to be perfectly honest, a lot of bitches need to be slapped in the fucking face for being so fucking stupid. Clue number one: If you have to tell yourself that, “I ain’t no bitch, so I know he ain’t talking about me..” YES BITCH I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU!!! You know why? Simply because the previous statement doesn’t enter into a real WOMAN’S head, dummy. She’s got real shit on her mind like: her schedule tomorrow, her dinner plans tonight, profit margins, her children… or the fact that Breezy is the shit. (It’s okay baby, I think you’re the shit too). Now I don’t have any one bitch in mind, so I am going to make this as generic as possible; however, there are about 5 WAAAAAAAAAAAAY too stupid bitches that I know that need their fucking lips busted. (If you ask me I will let you know if it’s you.) Side note: “It Might Be You, Just Ask Breezy” Bitch, I credit you as my inspiration for this post; aren’t you proud of yourself?

Now there is one thing that is consistent between women and bitches; the common complaint, “I can’t find a man.” Women, I understand…you have to deal with trust issues and men with inferiority complexes, but a bitch? Please, you look over great muthafuckas every FUCKING day. “I can’t fuck with him because he ain’t known” or, “he ain’t cute enough.” You want a nigga that looks like Boris whatever-the-fuck his last name is or Vin Diesel. (These can be adjusted to your personal likes). Let’s think about this for a minute; most of the time, attractive men are just as aware that they are attractive as you are. Now this attractive quality may spring from a few things. It could be his ability to give women what they want, financially; this is the most important hands down. It doesn’t matter how cute you are, women ain’t gonna walk to the movies with your ass. Another factor could be that he is attractive to a woman’s eye (i.e. “I like the way this dude carries himself,” or whatever stuff hoes get off on at that point in time). In total honesty, all that shit comes from TV and movies. You think I’m lying? Riddle me this: How many bald headed, jet- black muthafuckas got pussy before Michael Jordan came on the scene? Let me help you… NONE! Well maybe more than that but not in the quantity that they got after that hooping ass MOFO. Until then, those niggas had to pay light bills and all that type of shit. (I am not referring to you Mr. Rent Man; I know you pay their bills so they won’t bother you, you can get your nut, go home and play with the kids).

But back to my point, why do bitches break their necks to get with a dude that “will never give a fuck about you because you are easily replaceable?” You are in line, running behind a dude that will never think of you as anything more than an object that makes them shoot sperm. I know a chick that lived in Jackson, MS, (she moved… I guess she met her quota) and she has sucked/fucked every Black man in the city that has a Lexus or a Benz. (On my life, if you asked her to name 4 dudes with cars valuing $50k or more that she knows… she will have had most of their nuts in her fucking throat.) God help them if they are popular and can get into a club without standing in line.
I know bitches that have RUN through my entire roster of friends… that includes married dudes, a midget, and a few UGLY ass niggas, just because they were Kappas…well, they do have great parties. But these dummies want someone to consider them more than a fucking object? What ball player didn’t you fuck? What “I’m trying to be a rapper” lame ass muthafucka(s) ain’t came all over your fucking face? You are not even a person anymore; you’re a thing niggas talk about where and how they fucked you. You are a fucking slut and you sit there and think you have something on someone else because you were in VIP? What-the-fuck-ever bitch; I make special trips to VIP to throw up. Why is it when you come around, none of the dudes you’re fucking say anything about 1.) the money they get from your stupid ass or 2.) the fact that you got fucked by two or three of them at the same time? I’ll tell you why; because they know who you are… want me to tell you? You’re nothing. (Ouch!!!! It burns like your piss, doesn’t it?) The bitches you run with call you a hoe behind your fucking back. They laugh with the niggas who fuck over you, but don’t worry; when you come around, niggas do the same thing. Don’t get me wrong; there are the ones that hit licks, like the chic that drives the promo vehicle until the nigga gets mad and takes his shit and gives it to the other bitch. Ain’t nothing fresher than the next bitch; everyone knows that… except you, I guess. Everybody knows and we all laugh about it. Does it hurt? It should because most funny shit is steeped in truth. These are the same hoes that have the fucking nerve to act like they are better than someone else. Bitch please; you are talking about a dude that “doesn’t have this or that” and you don’t have your fucking rent. ***Just in case you forgot, the 1st is right around the corner*** I don’t say this to condemn anyone that is trying and coming up short, but the people that ain’t got shit and talk about someone being in the same situation? OH MY GOD! I know bitches that have the fucking ovaries to say shit like, “I can’t fuck with him because he isn’t out or he doesn’t have this or that.” These bitches live in SUPER SHITTY apartments and don’t even have a fucking couch. Every extra dime they get goes to the fucking club or to the fucking mall. You drink shit like Hypnotiq; you know that shit is nasty as fuck. They have gear for fucking days but they don’t have food in their fridge… NOTE: This is another way you can tell bitches from women.

Last, but definitely not least, there’s another topic that HAS to be addressed: Models. Models have either 1.) modeled on a professional runway and/or 2.) have photos published in a magazine. They get paid from either endorsements or shoots that take them farther than Black Spring Break. Being in a video on “Uncut” does not make you a fucking model. Being a stripper does not make you a model and neither does having pictures made MAKE YOU A FUCKING MODEL. You are just about as much of a model as the nigga that has never sold a beat is a fucking producer. By now you might be saying; “He ain’t shit, he ain’t doing it like that…” “That grown ass Motherfucker stays with his fucking mamma…” “This broke ass nigga.” Well… I am very honest about the life I have led and anyone that knows me can vouch for that. I don’t make statements that cannot be proven; I am real with mine. I have been homeless and slept in my car… I have had days where I spent money all day and didn’t give a shit as well as days that I can’t eat until I get home. What does that make me? Normal. The fact that I am not afraid to put my flaws out here for public scrutiny doesn’t make me better than you… and I’m not downing anyone for not having the best things in life. However, I will snap the neck of a MuthaFucking hoe that makes it a point to say something negative about a good person, male or female. I guess you don’t like this, huh? To that I say… Bitch Please


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