Today at Miss Unlimited I have a post up about haters. You know haters. They’re the jackasses who try to tell you that you suck because they have issues and wish that they could be HALF as gangsta as you are.
There was this girl once in high school who for whatever reason did not like me. One day she got all up in my grill and said to me, “You think you’re all that, don’t you?” Then she put her hand on her hip and did a little neck roll, as if I was supposed to be intimidated.
Unfazed, I plainly responded, “No, I don’t think I’m ‘all that.” But you clearly do, and that’s what really matters, isn’t it?”
If you want to tell me what a bad ass gangsta I am, please don’t tell me here; click through the link above, read my post, and tell me there.
You’re a badass gangsta if you leave me comments both here and there.