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07-01-2013, 12:46 AM | #141 (permalink) |
Killed Laura Palmer
Join Date: Sep 2010
Location: Ashland, KY
Posts: 1,679
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Boombox society, you hate on variety
But you never offer anything Even collateral Or otherwise, but you despise The rhymes in these verses And I'll battle, yo Your **** is weak, brah Weaker than FIFA Mastercard vs. Visa And you plead, yeah To be rewarded Bitch, your **** is thwarted 'Cause your point is unrelated Leave **** un-debated And just make your weak points - Bitch, you're pointless. If this was a ganja marathon You'd be jointless. In your pants, you're straight boy-less And you can't enjoy this. You're a pedophile, bitch Try to reconcile this, and you're running amiss 'cause you're talentless.
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07-01-2013, 02:54 AM | #143 (permalink) |
Account Disabled
Join Date: Jun 2013
Location: freely swimmin thru the waters of glory much like a majestic bald eagle soars thru the skies
Posts: 1,463
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choke out i leave ya bodied like a dumb ass nigga
real gs smoked out, dumb ass nigga **** with me get killed nigga down with my homies and you aint dumb nigga fight against the best leave holes in your chest nigga verbal shots decorate your chestplate nigga come and battle nigga aint worht the hassle nigga nigga you soft as pudding nigga nigga the dumbest nigga that i seen is u nigga ok nigga back up nigga, nigga here now nigga let the tec blast nigga, killa a bummy nigga in a minute nigga nigga dont nigga when i come thru nigga, representin nigga niggas dead nigga, what nigga, niggas be dying kid nigga |
07-01-2013, 06:59 PM | #144 (permalink) |
not really
Join Date: Jan 2007
Posts: 5,223
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yoyoyo
i do this ish probono just need some ammenities- two deep spliffs and a fourloco in a glass, distilled, no homo at class, thrilled bitch who the **** is toro y moi enough with the name drop chop enough rock i'd perfer to keep my socks on please, kapeesh i wanna be your dog but keep the leash bite the thong but keep discreet in these mean streets its hard to tell dropped off a while ago but never fell forward nor backword, stand still like an anvil, ima fandangle her by candle til i can't get it up sorry hun im too drunk or is it crunk ima hafta debunk that lingo no car still a star like ringo |
07-04-2013, 01:04 PM | #145 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jul 2013
Posts: 6
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**** yall, it's Chuck balling on all yall booty calling,
Fruity palming, nutty buddy **** me musty, Chucky ****ing lucky honies and pissing off the dummy bunnies It's funny The way I rape **** raw, Lane switch, hey bitch, take this cock It's the face of God, No replacement, mon These rappers dont spit, All they do is swallow, Imma be the leader and yall can follow Cause in 321 im taking off, Apollo |
07-14-2013, 02:21 AM | #149 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 3,565
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i can see the dojo being empty
me and the old time lefty new school and textbook clepty like what? was it miika kappanen or haruki natashi, both my men it's like two pounds of sherm, straight from the clinic to the germ sit on the couch like woah its werm was thicky mclovely, waynt a two seater before she chirped the locks, used to smoke lox, used to collect locks, now its AM at the docks breeches and the glock-toe wanna know how you caught the oc-to block, flow me two floaties i'm drowning, so drowsy they caught me in vermillion double down like lamron i'm sorri, he was lowry, now living in cheesman, auditioning for maury, that's my **** glory. |
07-15-2013, 03:14 AM | #150 (permalink) | |
Master, We Perish
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: Havin a good time, rollin to the bottom.
Posts: 3,710
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I eat nails for breakfast, little pussy for lunch
Gave yer bitches the tetnis and didn't meet em for brunch I hope the shit is offensive when i call you some ****s Keep makin racket like this and i'ma bust at your fronts Watch me lean and then rock, sip some purple and drop a few shells on the floor, i get nuts with the glock Bitches just flock, grindin in the finest of frocks Goldilocks on my jock, breakin the shocks off the drop Woke up with the cops, behind enemy lines But its fine, ain't got no worries in mind The truth hurts, and every Kurtz has his day in the shrine
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