When I look in the world today, a lot of what I see shocks me. Human beings have made lots of advances technologically but people haven't changed. It doesn't matter what clothes they wear, what type of car they drive or anything of the sort. Deep down inside, they're all the same. Bastards will be bastards. And bitches will be bitches. The sad thing is that bitches think that they are entitled to special rights simply by being what they are. I don't know about you but that's not gonna fly with me. People get what they deserve. End of story. This culture of entitlement rubs me the wrong way. Bitches making demands? No way in hell! I am issuing an executive order. Bitches get no special rights anymore. They will be given no special privileges, exceptions or treatment. Bitches will get no free rides anymore. That's the new world order. If you don't like it, you can kiss my black ass.
I went out and decided to go hunting. What do I hunt? Bitches from the hood. I'm not looking for the common bitch from the hood. I'm looking for something else. The nastiest, bitchiest, most wicked and dirty bitch from the hood. The queen of all bitches. The one who's such a sick, scary slut and wicked bitch that other bitches are scared of her. The meanest bitch in the hood. That's who I'm going after. I'm going to find her, and tame her. I will transform her from scary bitch to tame bitch. My own personal bitch. I'm sending out a message to all of them. They're next, unless they fall in line. This is how I do things. Hunting bitches is what I do. It's my vocation, my hobby and my profession all rolled into one. In the eyes of the world I'm a tall, good-looking young black man. I'm much more than that. The embodiment of the functional psychopath. Your worst nightmare.
It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. I went into the heart of the hood and found me a big and tall, round and brown bitch. Luring her into my lair was easy. I had plenty of money and I was a good-looking black stud who was willing to spend it with the dame he was interested in. Bitches have a common weakness. They're extremely vain. It doesn't matter how ugly a bitch is. She still thinks she's got some incredibly beauty about her. I guess that's what happens when they live in their very own universe. Yeah, their minds exist outside reality. Well, I'm going to jolt them back into our world with a massive dose of raunchy anal sex that's so steamy and so frigging nasty that it's gonna elevate the might of butt fucking to heavenly standards. Word up.
Once I had the bitch in my apartment, I made her sing a whole different tune. First, I needed to show her who's boss. She's under the mistaken impression that having a loud mouth and a pussy grants her special rights. First came the solid hit to the face. That one caught her by surprise. I smiled when I saw the surprised look on her face. I didn't let her recover and instead tackled her to the floor. She looked at me with frightened eyes. I smirked. Not so tough are you, bitch from the hood? Without your precious cell phone to dial the pigs or your fellow bitches backing you up, you're not so tough. Well, I don't need pigs or bitches to make me strong. I've got my own strength and power. It's me all the days of my life. And as heaven is my witness, I'm going to show you what real strength is.