Will someone explain to me why girls find the craziest stories to tell and just can’t stop being haters and just get like me? I was a born talent, I’m not hideous, I don’t dress trashy, I shut a number of people out, so there’s no way you can sit here and say I’m fake when I don’t even make friends. Those little attention seekers are on some bullshxt and they know damn well who you are. I’m not even going to waste my time blogging about hot tamales who can’t get a grip on life.

Ah, before I set you free, thank you to all my supporters on the last post. You guys are dope. LOL. Jayde’s vocabulary is just rubbing off one me >__< Ah, but I am an Art Major, I will do something with that talent, and make you guys proud =]

Peep it!

So I flaunt my mama’s cash,
You make it your reason to bash.
Indeed, I am the British Brat.
Please, let me lay it to you flat.
Don’t get it twisted, I’m bout some cash money,
But bxtch, get it right, I’m no damn gold-digger.
I sport the labels I want, from Roca Wear to Apple Bottoms, even Baby Phat.
FACT, a lot of goons do envy that.
Please, at this given chance take a few steps back,
Now, take a good glance at what you lack.
I keep it sexy, I keep it classy —I’m just the hot topic; good or bad.
Like the last punk told you, “Hop off my dick!”
Man, I’m not havin’ it, stop being a lame trick.
Know what? I do sport the prettiest of things,
My cute steletos, the fancy clothes, to my expensive earrings.
And to keep it simple, you’re just mad.
For you to take the time to even sweat it, simply sad.
It kills you that I’m everything you’re not,
Yes, yes, the British Brat is blazin’ hot!
I’ll cut it short but remember this philosophy,
No, I’m no material girl, mama just loves me.
Yes, yes, I’m the British Brat, and as rappers would say, “rememba dat”!

—E.V.B, all the haters know those initials!