Hosea Leavy - You Gotta Move (1998)

Sure, My birthER, My Mother was quite attractive, s/he was quite corrupt. Sadly, always, for Eighty-eight , long, painful years, My Mother; martha jane walters remained HORROR UNLEASHED!

Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! At Seventy-two, the thought of her still makes Me weak in the pit of my stomach. (LORD help ME, HAVE MERCY ON ME)

Yes, IT was just My luck, My fate to be born into the clutches of a beautiful Sirin. A mystic, a clairvoyent, a "Root Worker", Conjurer.

Yes World, My mother was a modern day Jezebel. s/he never would listen. s/he delighted in slinging and spewing rapid fire Insults and Lies to keep all , so called Righteous, dumb ass TruthTellers at bay.

NO! Just like that orange piece of shit currently deliberately ruining this Nation. TWINS! The only difference between martha jane walters and donald j trump, is their "Tool for Torture".

djt uses his money and My mother seriously used Voodoo, Conjure, Cursing, cussing, burning, branding, raping, robbing, smearing, plotting, planning and manipulating. "From such stay away".

Chill! I'm simply saying what Jesus said; "Ye shall know therm by their fruit".

The Book says THOU SHALT NOT LIE! If you do, Repent!

Always much too proud, too white looking to repent, martha SPEWED DEMONIC VENOM ON YOU! Physically and verbally abused EVERYONE that tried to teach or reach her.

Well....I'm STILL BEAMING!!!

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THE RASCALS - GROOVIN ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON.wmv

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Yes, you can if you are me. Praise the LORD! Thank You for Your BACKFIRE! My mongrel, maggot, manipulative, demon possessed birther is yet rotting in a tiny scrap of earth , in Spring Lake, North Carolina. Just as happy as a dead contented coon can be. A nice plot in a “white cemetery “ , according to her ignorant, “Diamond and Silk” coon ass. My grandfather, Jerome Walters, the only one that truly deserves honor, is somewhere resting in a place evildoers , like his horrid daughter, can’t touch. On the banks of the Cape Fear river away from this madness. No, his grave is unkempt, overgrown, unmarked. ( Just hold on a little while longer.) Miserable, jealous, envious, vacuous and corrupt, s/he threw him away, the same as s/he did us. If Martha Jane Walters could not use you for sexual gratification, sadistic supply , ridicule, or financial gain, you were going to be gone. No one prettier, smarter, or had fifty more dollars , was allowed around that malig...

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