XGay

That's what I thought, punk ass b1tch. keep your mouth shut skinny little trump white boy

Wanna meet up? Stand behind your words? You wanna threaten gays, I'll show you what a real gay man is made of you lil b1tch.

You don't know who you're focking with. B1tch I'm 6'3 220 and I do cross fit, cross dress, boxing, I do it all. I've beaten the piss out of much white racist trash from Charlottesville down to Jacksonville. I would sh1t in your bloody mouth and then fock it. All while you're crying for your fat momma to save your punk ass.

You even look at me crooked and you best apologize, or I'll focking rip you apart and make you beg for me to stop. I eat maga twirps like you on the daily, lil whiny baby white boy, I'll fock your tonsils and have you begging for more, b1tch.

I'm all hard thinking about your toasty inside.

Till it bleeds, mother fockers, I don't play

Time to gay up this piece of sh!t Who's first, come on! gimie that c0ck!

howdy

I've never been to Boston you pansy ass fagggot. Next time I'm in DC I'm gonna hunt you down and rape your mouth till it bleeds, then slap your face around with my bloody c0ck and post the video on youtube for all your coworkers to laugh at.

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