I've come to the conclusion ... that Lawn doesn't like me. I THOUGHT she did, but I'm begininning to doubt myself. A person who is genuinely concerned about your best interst wouldn't keep on coming out with lines like Hellz's Summer 2010 delivery. 'Cuz now I feel like a crack whore tryna figure out how I can combine the remaining balances of my credit cards with the spare change in every purse I own just so I can cop some pieces from the drop. Wanna know how it feels to be a crack whore? Then click on the image below and let Lawn hate you too.