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Post by Dr. D-Resperatation on Jun 24, 2009 17:19:37 GMT -5
ITS LIKE THE GOD OF MY YOUTH HAS LOST HIS WILL TO TRUTH. THE LATE FREDRICH NIETZCHE WAS ONCE A GERMAN TROOP. I USED TO BE TOO GOOD TO DO THE SUGAR DEW. NOW ALL I WANA DO IS SIP BAVARIAN BREW. AND SHIT IS KINDA TUFF LIKE CHEWEN ON AN OLD SHOE. WHILE IM WEARING IT TRYIN TO GET IT OFF. LISTENING TO PINK, THINKING ABOUT A RASTA WITH ONE LUNG WHO DONT CAUGHF. EMENEM FOR EXAMPLE TITTIES MY RHYMES TANTLIZE AMPLHIPHIED SAMPLE WIZE MY CRIES TO HELL, BYORK AND A PICHFORK DONT WORK FOR TORK IN A FORD STUCK AT A MUDDY RIVER FORK IN THE ROAD LOAD OF WATERMELLONS IN THE BED GREATFULLY DEAD IN MY HEAD NO MORE TAKEN MED ICATION, SO I STICK UP TO MY HEAD IN DEBT. BLED BONE DRY. CAUSE HIP HOP IS MY HEART AND I TEND TO OVERALALIZE PEOPLE CANT JUDGE ME LIKE LIKE A HORCE WITH NO NAME OR A WHEAL WITHIN A WHEAL I KNOW WHO LEFT THE CAKE OUT IN THE RAIN. BUT I WONT SQUEEL.
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Post by CIVILISON on Jun 26, 2009 14:19:42 GMT -5
Respect
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