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12-18-08, 04:16 AM | #1 | ||
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IP:
I earn the degree on a murdering spree
ya teenagers driving with ya permits to me so turn up the beat give me a furnace to speak fervently meek like the one who's turning the cheek I stir up the weak, tie 'em down wit a lasso u gassed though, wit a beanstalk to climb up the castle the dreams have past those with lack of aspiration I come hard every time wit another innovation no patience as I grow older in elevation synchronizing the syncopated pacing my brain lacing the very drug that I'm taking which means I influence the flow of wat I'm intaking the blood of a nation falls the love of the patrons failed to control the shell of delinquents too superior ain't no one adjacent masquerading like jason, still crystal laking be evasive, or leave your body for wasting street magician the way I raise to the occasion
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12-18-08, 06:25 PM | #2 | |
New to RV
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just cuz you own a dictionary dont mean ya shits gettin read
you pray to webster before bed ``make another one or im dead`` you spit non fiction really i dont even know what you said true spits not diction but how the artists interprets his head so i aint tryin to diss ya holmes, i call it spittin how i feel shine brighter, true fighter and well see who gets appeal come through your front door swinging cali forty fours how come noone ignore me now that im aimin at your fore head to the door, put you on the floor what you take me for.. fuck that trick anyway man i dont even need that whore shes an old dog anyway prob cant learn new tricks sure as hell bet that bitch knows to fetch a stick or two, do you, even know who shes fuckin other than you nope. dope . better hope he dont grope better hope she used scope cuz she aint usin soap now that her careers on a slope shed even suck off the pope and your still withher EVERYBODY! i think we got a winner or a sinner, your lookin thinner like you been eatin coke for dinner throw you in a tail spinner ya pinner take you out and no one miss you like winter your a splinter to my tree trunk its just your words man they seem bunk scatter people like a scared skunk i saw it comin like a prepared monk it just stunk, your shits weak your futures bleak and as long as im here unless your spoken to..DONT SPEAK. word to ya girlé. Last edited by spitztrew : 12-18-08 at 06:36 PM. |
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