Chapter 302: Simp slaughter

Ben had thought of the ideal way to cheer up Darryl. Was it an ice cream cone? Getting him a woman? No! The f*ck? Wouldn't Ben take those things for himself?

The perfect method to cheer up the redhead was simple—a sweet, sweet song. So, as Darryl crawled away on the ground, Ben s-trolled behind him, playing the scene's soundtrack.

"Cause he's a bittersweet, Simp honey, no wife~

Tryna beat his meat, he's a slave givin' money till he dies~

He'll make you frown by showing chode. You've never been down~

You know the one that pays you to go places to find other veiny meat, yeah~

No change, got no change.

Got no change, got no change.

But I'm here with your mold.

I am here with your p*ssy mold.

But I'm a million-donated peeper~

From one day to the next~

I can't change my mold?

No, no, no, no, no~

(Have you ever cleaned one down?)

Well, he's always paid so tonight he's on his knees, yeah~