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Axel in Harlem

    I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
    I trap until the, bloody bottoms is underneath
    'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
    I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
    I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
    Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
    I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
    I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
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    I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath 'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

    Open full lyrics for 'Mustard - Ballin'

    I don't really wanna go
    I don't really wanna stay
    But I really hope and pray
    Can we get it together?
    Get it together
    Mustard on the beat, hoe
    I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
    I trap until the, bloody bottoms is underneath
    'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
    I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
    I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
    Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
    I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
    I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
    All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
    Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
    If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
    I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
    But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, back
    I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
    I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
    These bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks
    'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
    Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack
    Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
    We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
    Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
    Either you frontin' y'all gang or you're SuWoop
    Got a New Orleans bitch, and man, that pussy voodoo
    And I'm that nigga now, who knew?
    I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
    I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
    'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
    I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
    I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
    Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balin'
    I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
    I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
    I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah
    Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
    Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fuckin' 'em both
    I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
    I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at?
    I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
    I see you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach
    New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat
    'Cause I been gettin' paid
    Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
    Grab my baby mama that new Bentayga
    Tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah
    Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain
    I just mind my business
    I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'
    All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
    Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
    I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
    'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
    I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
    I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
    Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balin'
    I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
    I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
    I, ayy, yeah
    I've been ballin', lil' nigga
    Now watch me ball on these niggas
    Yeah, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah
    Now watch me ball on these niggas
    Now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah
    WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THE CLOSET WITH THIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🥶🥶🥶
    WE MAKIN' IT OUT OF THE ELEVATOR WITH THIS ONE 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🥶🥶
    WE GETTING INTO DA BEDROOM WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥
    WE BRINGING THE WHOLE BAKERY WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🥶🥶🥶
    WE STROLLING OUTTA HARLEM WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
    A perfect song for walking down the street with your friends.
    It’s a nice song to listen to while I walk down the street in my tight, purple, tuxedos 
    What a lovely song to listen to while taking a lovely stroll around Harlem

    AITA for pulling out a glock 17 on my teacher because she said “I don’t know , can you?”

      I know the title may sound like a little bit of an overreaction , but hear me out . She had been saying it all the time I asked her if I could go to the toilet , and I was tired and a little annoyed by it .
      
      Today was the last straw , I really needed to pee badly so I went to ask her if I can go to the toilet , "I don't know, can you?" she replied with a smug look . I had finally had enough and pulled out my glock 17 from my left pocket , loaded the magazine , and shot in her direction 4 times . I made sure the bullets didn't actually hit her because I knew I should be the bigger man and control myself .
      
      She suffered cardiac arrest and a little bit of hearing impairment due to this , she's doing alright in the hospital now . I was sent the therapy because i was "overreacting" and what not , the therapist told me that I really was overreacting and that I'm a "psychopath" , it infuriated me and I pulled out my glock 17 from my left pocket again and pointed it at him , but I decided to be the bigger man and control myself and not shoot him , he immediately shut up and let me go .
      
      So tell me reddit , was I really "overreacting" by (rightfully) pulling out my glock 17 in these two situations ? I personally think my actions were justified . AITA ?

      Judy Hopps

        I would literally never stop trying to impregnate Judy. Every day I would wake her up by cumming in her and every night I would cum in her right before going to sleep, which I would do with my dick stuck inside her bunny pussy. I would take some viagra before bed just to maintain my erection so that she'll be ready in the morning when I thrust into her like an animal and slather her in kisses. Part of our wedding vows would have as many children as physically possible. I wouldn't even care if she's already pregnant, I'll fuck her while she's pregnant and she'll get double pregnant. I'll fill her with so much cum every day that she'll look pregnant even when she isn't (which she'll never be after we're married) I would do everything in my power to make Judy as fertile as possible. I'd give her fertility drugs, I'd give her uterus massages, breast massages, I wouldn't let her go 12 hours without at least one spastic orgasm. I'll even bake her home made lactation inducing biscuits to help her get to a point of hyperlactation syndrome so that she'll be seeping out multiple quarts of sweet cream per day. Which I will save and drink just so that I can tell her how delicious it is. I'll make her so fertile that triplets will be the minimum number she's carrying at any given time. Her natural belly shape will be a fucking sphere. I would literally never stop doting on her, I would respond to her every beck and call and I would cum inside her again each time she asks for something. She would be so pregnant all the time that she should literally not be able to stand up straight anymore even after menopause. Her spine would be permanently bent out of shape to accommodate a pregnant belly. Even after she can't get pregnant anymore I would just keep putting more eggs into her. I would clone her purely so that I can put fresh eggs from the clone inside her after she runs out of them. If she doesn't have any eggs I will synthesize them from her DNA. She would have so much progesterone running through her veins at any given time that even the thought of not being pregnant would seem alien to her. Imagine marrying Judy and she tells you she wants a kid and that she'll be fine and she'll keep her Vtuber duties up while pregnant. When she finally gets two lines on her pregnancy test she'll jump and full body hug you crying about how happy she is after trying so hard. Everything is going great for a few months, Judy is glowing and her Vtuber activities are working out and her belly is quite small on her toned body. Now imagine in a few months Judy has to stop her Vtuber activities because her feet hurt and her legs aren't used to holding up her new weight. Her belly extends almost a full foot in-front of her and she's gained nearly 15 kilos. Imagine the look on Judy face when her doctor tells her that she would take a break on her Vtuber activities for a while because she's carrying triplets and the excessive movement is doing more harm than good. Imagine Judy reluctantly smiling at you and promising to stop doing her favonious reps for the sake of preparing to take care of three kids at once. Imagine as the weeks go by and her womb fills up more and as her appetite and weight increase with it. Imagine finding your 7 month pregnant wife Judy raiding the fridge in the dark at 4:00 AM with a guilty look on her face when you find her, like a puppy and that gnawed holes into your pillow. Imagine towering above Judy while she sits on the floor nervously wiping ice cream drips off of her massive belly and mumbling about how the kids made her do it. Imagine helping Judy up and princess carrying her back to bed and having her ask if she can lie on top of you because you're warm. Imagine rubbing Judy's nipples and having her complain about how you might get milk everywhere and how she needs to save it for the kids.

        Fui dar uma caminhada de sutiã esportivo nas ruas de Porto Alegre. Nunca mais

          Literalmente todos os velhos, velhas, crianças, e adolescentes vagabundos na calçada tavam olhando pra mim de boca aberta como se eu tivesse acabado de matar um muleque. Não tou exagerando nem nada quando digo que teve umas 100 pessoas que estavam parando o que tavam fazendo só pra ficarem olhando pra mim. Os olhos julgamentais desse povinho me deu uma sensação de mal estar.
          
          
          Não é Porto Alegre a cidade sem conservadorismo, e sem vergonha? Não é Porto Alegre supostamente uma metrópole? Esse é o melhor que nós brasileiros podemos fazer?
          
          
          É merda desse tipo que me faz querer fugir desse sul e ir para algum canto tipo Rio de Janeiro ou Recife. Fale o que quiser desses locais, mas certeza que me sentiria mais em casa do que essa bosta de canto
          
          
          Minha namorada começou a chorar quando cheguei em casa. Os filhos dela tão tudo horrorizadas. Minha vó acabou de ter um ataque fulminante, e até agora quem me aceita de verdade é a vizinha do condominio que visito a cama dela todo dia
          
          
          O Rio Grande do Sul não é um local seguro para homens calvos de meia-idade que querem se sentir livres ao caminhar. Por que o povo não aceita a gente usar sutiã esportivo e shortinho?

          Original copypasta was “I went out running on the streets of Delhi in a sports bra. Never again.

          CARALHO VAI TOMAR NO CU RALUCA

            PUTA QUE PARIU CARA, TODA VEZ ESSA CARALHA TA NA PORRA DO MEU YOUTUBE, AI RALUCA ISSO, AI RALUCA AQUILO, AI RALUCA DEU O CU, AI RALUCA FEZ A- CALA A BOCA PORRAAAAAA ME DEIXA VER O YOUTUBE EM PAZ, SEU FILHO DA PUTA, SAII, SAAAAAAAAAIII CARALHO ESSA É A PESSOA MAIS INSIGNIFICANTE QUE JÁ VI NA VIDA, PORQUE CARALHOS EU VO QUERER VER UM VIDEO DESTA PRAAAGGAAAA
            
            VAI TOMAR NO CU RALUCA

            English version

            FUCK THAT DUDE, EVERY TIME THIS FUCK IS ON MY FUCKING YOUTUBE, THERE RALUCA THAT, THERE RALUCA THAT, THERE RALUCA GAVE THE CU, THERE RALUCA DID IT A- SHUT THE FUCK FUCK UP LET ME WATCH YOUTUBE IN PEACE, YOU SON OF A SON PUTA, SAII, SAAAAAAAAAIII FUCKING THIS IS THE MOST INSIGNIFICANT PERSON I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE, BECAUSE FUCKING I WOULD WANT TO SEE A VIDEO OF THIS PRAAAGGAAAA
            
            GO TAKE IT IN THE CU RALUCA

            A verdade sobre o r/brasil

              Vai tomar no cu, lá só tem postzinho de babaca. Todos os meus posts naquela merda são excluídos por eu não me encaixar no padrãozinho bonitinho desses bocós.
              
              Os maiores posts daquela porra são exatamente assim:
              
              “Qual é a sua comida favorita? A minha é empadinha rechonchuda de queijinho.”
              
              Ou é alguma palhaçada desse tipo, ou algum post de meme pra quem tem humor de facebook de 2010.
              
              Não dá pra ser autêntico naquela porra, não dá pra falar um palavrão, não dá pra contrariar a massa. Pra ter paz naquela porra, vc tem que se encaixar no padrãozinho bobo de adolescentes sem cérebro.
              
              “Ah, mas Striking Hall, você com certeza deve ser bolsonarista pra estar reclamando…” NÃO SOU, seu bocózinho de merda! Odeio o bolsonaro e odeio você, bobalhão que faz postzinhos bonitinhos pra ganhar karminha dos babaquinhas que ficam felizinhos com sua palhaçada.
              
              Vai tomar no cu!

              English version

              The truth about r/brasil
              
              Take it up your ass, there's only a little post for assholes. All my posts on that shit get deleted because I don't fit into these assholes' cute little pattern.
              
              The biggest posts in that shit look exactly like this:
              
              "What's your favourite food? Mine is a plump cheese patty.”
              
              Or is it some joke like that, or some meme post for those who have facebook humor from 2010.
              
              You can't be authentic in that shit, you can't say a bad word, you can't go against the crowd. To have peace in that shit, you have to fit the silly little pattern of brainless teenagers.
              
              “Ah, but Striking Hall, you must be a Bolsonarist to be complaining…” I AM NOT, you little piece of shit! I hate bolsonaro and I hate you, silly guy who makes cute little posts to earn karminha from the assholes who are happy with his antics.
              
              Go fuck yourself!