Last night, there was a storm outside and as the storm was happening, I decided to write a poem about Thor because he is my baby daddy.
Jobsearching
”Bitches don’t get, they be runnin’ they mouth hole. But bitch you don’t see me, this ain’t war, this is pest control. They think they can see me, but I’m running at night. I’m all in your window and I’m holding a knife.
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Original rap by me, Roman.
AND IF NICKI FINDS THIS AND TWEEKS THIS, I WANT ROYALTIES!!
Music spites the imagination.
Roman needs a holiday.
Folding with no pants or panties on.
I’ve uploaded so many photos today.
Dun dun dun.
I look weird in these two but my skin is hot. Be jealous.
Thought I smile for once since I never smile.
I want to be famous.
My lips did not look that crusty when I shot this. What the fuck?
#gayboyproblems
I am convinced that Nicki is some how stalking me and my friends. I already did the exorcism of Roman Halloween of 2011.
I love Nicki but I wonder.