I’m back. Had to write a few sad song Let me tell what my life consist of. All the Fucks I do not give, but. I’ll always remember what happened in November. And December. I’ll never forget her. I lost someone special, it popped every vessel, you could say it was a rough winter… In ‘21. Now I’m back with plenty guns, to whoever talks shit, I’ll load and cock it, and aim at anyone. I’ve had plenty fun. Just give me one, reason to not blow your head clean off your neck, you think that I’m really dumb. Well that’s really dumb. Cause I’m out the casket, this is the new Travis, the old one died and the one who replaced him is worst than you’d imagine. He took over the ship of life, he’s the captain. If he was the pilot in 2001, 9/11 would not have happened. And I’m speaking facts, you think it’s trash. Your opinion won’t mean Shit, till your chick ain’t gettin dick, from the guy you think is ass. You should be glad. Im doing you a favor. Not a hater, but I ate her like an alligator. And made her, cum, seya later. I’m on to bigger and better things. Gave her dick and a wetter dream . You can be the one to give her the wedding ring. But don’t let her sing. Cause her throat don’t work, and that is a guarantee. Don’t mess with me, or you’ll end up next to Raina, Rest In Peace. They call me, hoes mad, cause I make these throats, gag, how can I be the Imposter, Bitch I do the most, tasks. I’m just tryna hang myself, give me the rope, back. The next thing you’ll take from me will be the Fuckin toe, tag. I may be insecure, but I don’t have any fear. The disease I possess, there’s not any cure. I don’t know why I’m even here. But I do know one thing tho. Bitches they cum, they go. Saturday through Sunday, Monday. Monday through Sunday, yo. And I know these Bitches the same, but I hope and pray that one day I can find a Bitch that’s not insane, or won’t kill me and bury me in the rain, I just want her to eat my ass and give me brain, an angry Bitch that can be tamed, that ain’t strange. I wanna bond that can be built. Out of tears and guilt. Cum in a cup, give it to her, and say it’s milk. Then strangle her with 8 inch silk, from the leftover fabric I used to make a quilt. She may get killed, but if she survives… Nevermind. I do not need Best Friends. But if I did, Sam would be the first I’d need to message. “ZFN,” I’m always reppin, when I step in, the arena, all hands I’m catchin. Zelda main at at heart, pull out the knight as soon as it start, it’s my favorite Fuckin weapon I’m like Stephen Curry. I shoot my shot in a hurry. And my vision might get blurry. But I don’t miss, so do not worry. Gave my Dick to shorty. Bitch is Horny. My Dick is the same size as Rick and Morty. 6 seasons, and it’s still growing. I’ll get cancelled soon as I make it, for the shit that I’m sayin, I ain’t playin. Not mistaken. Slapped a Bitch while patty cakin I’m T-Ravage. I’m a Savage. Fuck a Bitch, and let her have it. If she got a nasty bush, I’ll push her ass Right Into Traffic.