Anonymous
11/6/2025, 7:33:05 AM
No.128365606
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not music quit shitting up my board
>>128365476 (OP)
Nice hair color ugly flat wide toad face tho. but who gives a fuck.
Hayley mogged her years ago.
Anonymous
11/6/2025, 1:04:51 PM
No.128367351
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>>128365800
At least frog face had womanly curves and wasn't a hyper pick me tomboy
Anonymous
11/6/2025, 2:29:28 PM
No.128367849
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>>128365800
Get this tranny out of here we Stan real women
Anonymous
11/6/2025, 2:35:20 PM
No.128367880
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>>128365476 (OP)
Average girl with dick sucking lips.
vs
>>128365800
Over manufactured and shilled man face 35+ yo "teen" art hoe.
I'll just get my dick sucked and be on my merry way.
Anonymous
11/6/2025, 7:44:47 PM
No.128370392
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>>128365476 (OP)
Aryan queen <3 ice spice is a white supremacist and made fun of dark skin niggers.
She has Aryan orange hair straight from the nephilim giants of hyperborea
Anonymous
11/6/2025, 7:48:46 PM
No.128370436
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>>128365476 (OP)
You will never be PinkPantheress, bitch (fart)
Anonymous
11/6/2025, 8:08:45 PM
No.128370679
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Yo, listen up, this track's 'bout to explode,
Ice Spice, you a fraud, straight overload.
Claim you hot, but your bars straight trash,
Can't spit fire, just hot air from your ass! Hook:
Ice Spice, you a shit, can't stop the fartin',
Booty blastin' like a trumpet, straight chartin'.
Your mama Hambe the gorilla, poundin' chest,
You inherited the stink, failin' every test! Verse 1:
Curly hair? Nah, that's just tangled lies,
Munchin' on beats, but you chewin' with sighs.
Drop a single, it's a gastric attack,
Fans hold they nose, yo, bring the real rap back.
You twerk on stage, but it's methane propulsion,
Floatin' away from your weak-ass delusion.
Think you a queen? More like a gas station,
Pumpin' out fumes, no elevation! Hook:
Ice Spice, you a shit, can't stop the fartin',
Booty blastin' like a trumpet, straight chartin'.
Your mama Hambe the gorilla, poundin' chest,
You inherited the stink, failin' every test! Verse 2:
Hambe in the jungle, swingin' from vine to vine,
Birthed you in a zoo, now you claimin' you fine?
Gorilla grip? Nah, that's just your cheeks clenchin',
Holdin' back storms, but the pressure's wrenchin'.
Billboard dreams? More like outhouse fame,
Every verse you drop, it's a bathroom shame.
Ice? You meltin', Spice? You bland as hell,
Fart your way out, ring the Taco Bell! Outro:
So pack it up, Spice, take your mama too,
Hambe and you, the stankiest crew.
Rap game's clean now, no more pollution,
Peace out, fart queen—end of execution! (Mic drop, windows open for the smell.)
