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New to RV
From: poor part of the planet earth |
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IP:
I am a pilla/ Called anxiety killa/ Its rilla/ And a thrilla/ Not like manilla/ Or Vanilla/ More like a gorilla/ Or guerilla/ Thats familair/ In a dream/ That made you scream/ Drop your cone of Ice cream/ It seemed so rilla/ Damm near killed ya/ In yo sleep/ I creep/ No sound from my feet/ I keep/ Sow what I reap/ I reap/ When I beat/ Ya half to death/ Leave the rest/ For the guest/ Who dress/ For this final mess/ Clean it later/ Naughty by nature/ How we going to rate ya/ Maybe we'll gate you/ This is your fate G/ G for gone/ Home alone/ About to get boned/ Pick up the phone/ No dial tone/ About to be shown/ And showed/ The water that flowed/ Like verses that growed/ Like weeds/ From unknown seeds/ That choked ya to yo knees
....How about that...Sir
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Say : O my people, work in your place. Surely I am a worker, so you will come to know...
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