To all you suckers swallowing slander and lies about me—sorry, not one damn bit.
Dropped a grifter list and said, ‘Don’t trust me, grow a brain and judge it yourself.’ Clear as day, gifteds —I ain’t your babysitter. But you clowns lit me up with hate, mockery, and blocks like I torched your mama’s house. Cryin’ ‘Drock’s a lib, a retard, a fraud’—weak-ass swipes I’ve laughed off since shredding Obama’s toxic reign as a conservative. Now it’s my own side? Pathetic—y’all guzzled two decades of trickle-down bile and call it loyalty. Chased monsters ‘til you grew fangs, neutered by your own tribal leash.
I’m no grifter—wheelchair’s battle-tested, deaf ears hear your BS louder than you think, and my spine’s steel where yours snapped. Sorry you’re too fearing to question the PAYtriots fleecing you blind—sorry you’d rather kiss boots than kick ‘em. Not sorry for rattling your cage. Truth don’t kneel for your tantrums, and I sure as hell don’t. America First ain’t their piggy bank—it’s us, you gutless wonders. Choke on that or pity the false victims. Happy to keep Drocking you tribe blind. Check my history I don’t sink.
Ty grock for assist.
-Drock Authenticus