This one is the realest. You can almost smell the watermelon diarreah of his bed pan as he flails is queef beanpod arm stubs in the air like a faggot.

It goes to show that even in his death bed the god son skam is still real enough to turn on his wife's camera phone and flair his arms like a douche for 3 minutes


that shit was real to a nigga. peace 2: the gods.