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Contender Match B : Lampejo (2-1) vs. Mr. Write (2-1)
Sorry guys for the late matches being set, I'll give you one extra day to complete your verses.
Lampejo vs. Mr. Write
Week 5 - Write Away Your Thoughts [Verses Set : May 7, 2007 Verses Due : Saturday 12, 2007 Battles Close : Monday 14, 2007 PICK YOUR TOPICS HERE! |
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Sorry guys for the late matches being set, I'll give you one extra day to complete your verses.
Lampejo vs. Mr. Write
Week 5 - Write Away Your Thoughts [Verses Set : May 7, 2007 Verses Due : Saturday 12, 2007 Battles Close : Monday 14, 2007 PICK YOUR TOPICS HERE! |
Chat
Sorry guys for the late matches being set, I'll give you one extra day to complete your verses.
Lampejo vs. Mr. Write
Week 5 - Write Away Your Thoughts [Verses Set : May 7, 2007 Verses Due : Saturday 12, 2007 Battles Close : Monday 14, 2007 PICK YOUR TOPICS HERE! |
Contender Match B : Lampejo (2-1) vs. Mr. Write (2-1)
Sorry guys for the late matches being set, I'll give you one extra day to complete your verses.
Lampejo vs. Mr. Write
Week 5 - Write Away Your Thoughts [Verses Set : May 7, 2007 Verses Due : Saturday 12, 2007 Battles Close : Monday 14, 2007 PICK YOUR TOPICS HERE! |
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Check.. and damn this rematch came about quick..
Hopfully i will have enough time to drop |
Check.. and damn this rematch came about quick..
Hopfully i will have enough time to drop |
Check.. and damn this rematch came about quick..
Hopfully i will have enough time to drop |
Check.. and damn this rematch came about quick..
Hopfully i will have enough time to drop |
A Penny for a quarter
& Justice for all Daniel Beidrins I trade my life for a line …I snort the coke to entwine. Drive my soul dry of wet dreams, seeping out slowly like fine wine. The touch of this bitter effect, rumbles my emotions Crushing my boned thoughts, less food for thought, so I’m left broken. . . . Alexes Beidrins I hide behind smiles… …forced by a hammer like nails. My thoughts get pounded flat… …so all the air that is left is flailed. My skin begins to quiver… …im shaken from the truth Whether to move on… …or to stay…what am I to do? My sole conscience talked me through… …telling me, to let go fast of you. So I past a view, of memories after school, I asked for truth… ….soon maroon cravings spilled on this paper noose. . . Shh…daddy won’t hurt you…(Daniel Beidrins) When she turned 14 A burden is more pressure than pain I let the anguish remain…like whites with a stain. No bleach to keep it clean, so I remain dirty. Harsh words get mean, leaving my emotions hurting. I become the 40 year old virgin, the drunken version Persistent to my keen vision, her words cut deep like an insurgent Prada and Gucci fasten around her worlds of new I fasten to poppy’s chickens, licking seconds wanting you A crème saver could crème a saving for wanting more So I saved some creamed icing with some chocolate for that whore. I played footsy… then I galloped joyously within my soul Animosity built an empire, ready to explode, take control and take its toll. She fought back with aggression I fought more with a GORE. Back whips and stroked lips, I grinded her hips till she was sore. Remedies played repeatedly times four, I held no remorse I fell off the intercourse and sighed greatly over her miserable corpse . . . I stand on my own decision…(Alexis Beidrins) When she turned 18 I go from corner to corner, working from a penny to a quarter Artists have their run away place, well this right here is my martyr I sink from drugs to abuse... so I made the perfect excuse For guys of all ages who just want to use my pussy too get loose. so many were in my line, waiting to hit my line I was far from a penny but only worth two nickels… or a dime. I worked my ways around crime, so I did my time. All of a sudden I became a quarter… I accomplished something in life. Yet it led me the wrong way, my thoughts conjured a wrong say That left a massacre in decay; I could have been living today. Instead Im left sober on drunken corners, in rage I lost my quarter shape…. Can any one spare me some spare change? A penny for a quarter is more than what meets the eye… |
A Penny for a quarter
& Justice for all Daniel Beidrins I trade my life for a line …I snort the coke to entwine. Drive my soul dry of wet dreams, seeping out slowly like fine wine. The touch of this bitter effect, rumbles my emotions Crushing my boned thoughts, less food for thought, so I’m left broken. . . . Alexes Beidrins I hide behind smiles… …forced by a hammer like nails. My thoughts get pounded flat… …so all the air that is left is flailed. My skin begins to quiver… …im shaken from the truth Whether to move on… …or to stay…what am I to do? My sole conscience talked me through… …telling me, to let go fast of you. So I past a view, of memories after school, I asked for truth… ….soon maroon cravings spilled on this paper noose. . . Shh…daddy won’t hurt you…(Daniel Beidrins) When she turned 14 A burden is more pressure than pain I let the anguish remain…like whites with a stain. No bleach to keep it clean, so I remain dirty. Harsh words get mean, leaving my emotions hurting. I become the 40 year old virgin, the drunken version Persistent to my keen vision, her words cut deep like an insurgent Prada and Gucci fasten around her worlds of new I fasten to poppy’s chickens, licking seconds wanting you A crème saver could crème a saving for wanting more So I saved some creamed icing with some chocolate for that whore. I played footsy… then I galloped joyously within my soul Animosity built an empire, ready to explode, take control and take its toll. She fought back with aggression I fought more with a GORE. Back whips and stroked lips, I grinded her hips till she was sore. Remedies played repeatedly times four, I held no remorse I fell off the intercourse and sighed greatly over her miserable corpse . . . I stand on my own decision…(Alexis Beidrins) When she turned 18 I go from corner to corner, working from a penny to a quarter Artists have their run away place, well this right here is my martyr I sink from drugs to abuse... so I made the perfect excuse For guys of all ages who just want to use my pussy too get loose. so many were in my line, waiting to hit my line I was far from a penny but only worth two nickels… or a dime. I worked my ways around crime, so I did my time. All of a sudden I became a quarter… I accomplished something in life. Yet it led me the wrong way, my thoughts conjured a wrong say That left a massacre in decay; I could have been living today. Instead Im left sober on drunken corners, in rage I lost my quarter shape…. Can any one spare me some spare change? A penny for a quarter is more than what meets the eye… |
A Penny for a quarter
& Justice for all Daniel Beidrins I trade my life for a line …I snort the coke to entwine. Drive my soul dry of wet dreams, seeping out slowly like fine wine. The touch of this bitter effect, rumbles my emotions Crushing my boned thoughts, less food for thought, so I’m left broken. . . . Alexes Beidrins I hide behind smiles… …forced by a hammer like nails. My thoughts get pounded flat… …so all the air that is left is flailed. My skin begins to quiver… …im shaken from the truth Whether to move on… …or to stay…what am I to do? My sole conscience talked me through… …telling me, to let go fast of you. So I past a view, of memories after school, I asked for truth… ….soon maroon cravings spilled on this paper noose. . . Shh…daddy won’t hurt you…(Daniel Beidrins) When she turned 14 A burden is more pressure than pain I let the anguish remain…like whites with a stain. No bleach to keep it clean, so I remain dirty. Harsh words get mean, leaving my emotions hurting. I become the 40 year old virgin, the drunken version Persistent to my keen vision, her words cut deep like an insurgent Prada and Gucci fasten around her worlds of new I fasten to poppy’s chickens, licking seconds wanting you A crème saver could crème a saving for wanting more So I saved some creamed icing with some chocolate for that whore. I played footsy… then I galloped joyously within my soul Animosity built an empire, ready to explode, take control and take its toll. She fought back with aggression I fought more with a GORE. Back whips and stroked lips, I grinded her hips till she was sore. Remedies played repeatedly times four, I held no remorse I fell off the intercourse and sighed greatly over her miserable corpse . . . I stand on my own decision…(Alexis Beidrins) When she turned 18 I go from corner to corner, working from a penny to a quarter Artists have their run away place, well this right here is my martyr I sink from drugs to abuse... so I made the perfect excuse For guys of all ages who just want to use my pussy too get loose. so many were in my line, waiting to hit my line I was far from a penny but only worth two nickels… or a dime. I worked my ways around crime, so I did my time. All of a sudden I became a quarter… I accomplished something in life. Yet it led me the wrong way, my thoughts conjured a wrong say That left a massacre in decay; I could have been living today. Instead Im left sober on drunken corners, in rage I lost my quarter shape…. Can any one spare me some spare change? A penny for a quarter is more than what meets the eye… |
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