A mysterious video of Shia LaBeouf freestyling in the woods has appeared on Facebook.

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A mysterious video of Shia LaBeouf freestyling in the woods has appeared on Facebook.
Straight fire
Best believe that there was neck involved
Come all 'Ye faithful
blamo
I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered chicken parm
Our muse, Miranda.
The Breakdown numero uno.
Yo, it's the rap Scott Disick.
In what is a deceptively simple comparison, Bam Bam posits himself as the rap game's own Scott Disick.
Now, who the fuck is, and what the fuck does this Disick fella do? Jack shit, nothing. And here, is where confusion, utter bafflement, straight up denial, might strike less informed minds.
Bronzino as Scott Disick.
Come again Swim Trunk, Bam Bam fancies himself as some motherfucker who does nothing, aside from being this fuckin nonentity of a person who's living off of his ol' lady's dad's name and subsequent reality show where new levels of vanity and obnoxiousness is bein' dug up as some sort of a long lost human trait we in dire need of?
Yes. Bron bron's basically saying that, in the now decades long tradition of rap's allegorical positioning of the self, he went for non other than Kourtney Kardashian's better quarter, Scott Disick. Except he ain't.
You see, beloved reader, Scott Disick, being the delusional fuck he is, has the audacity to refer to his carcasse as "The Lord". That's right, the narcissistic sidenote, fetch me a mirror if not the entire fuckin lake so I can catch my fleeting beautiful (?!) reflection, thinks he some sort of lord, no, not some sort I'm sorry, the ultimate one, THE. From all the lords and dukes and earls and counts and other royally inbred blue blooded fucks there is, he sees himself as the highest ranking one, the one to end all beneath.
If you'll indulge me a bit further and shunt from the fact that we in Swim Trunk are in the loop of such ridiculous platitudes, you can see that in fact what we have here is yet another fine example of Bronzo's bewildering rhetoric.
When putting himself in the idiot man's shoes, he becomes the sage. By appropriating the fool's chimeras he grounds them in reality. When such delusion collides with Action's own persona, it becomes real and true meaning arises.
Action is The Lord. Period.
Or, you could just see it as Bambrolino takin the piss outta everyone and not takin hisself too seriously, as usual, while droping instantly quotable bars that are aligned with whatever the fuck the zeitgeist be at the time.
Braaap!
(This the first Swim Trunk breakdown of Action's bars. Stay tuned for more.)
She sincere.
Ignantisms.
GOAT
Indulge.