Flyweight
From: D.C.(moved from Cali, and Cleveland) |
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IP:
You feel it comin'-hear your stomach bubblin'/
Tryin to get to the throne, you pushin' and shovin'/
You back up to the stall, your heart still thumpin'/
rip off your draws, let loose and start dumpin'/
Aint much else to do but wait/
You squeezin shit out, cause the walls to shake/
The occupants in the room scatter for air/
You release an atmosphere you shouldn't have shared/
Your stomach churns whenever you have the idea..
ya mawfucka...ITS DIARRHEA...
Next Topic: Viagra
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..-Da R.I.P.-..
"..I'ma R.I.P.pa', remember.."
--Darkness Shines Bright--
|-([..Let The Records Show..])-|
Body Count: 91 Kills
Survivors: 16 Injured
Still Lost In Battle: 70 Knock Outs
In My Scope: --
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