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Post by Dr. D-Resperatation on Jul 10, 2009 23:31:43 GMT -5
Im the type of mother fucker
to confront the man.
Ask him a question he would understand.
Like why is grass green when it grows on
black sand?
Things such as this.
I drink mexican piss.
it prevents me from tangent fits.
fuken ruin a good thing.
I love being swing.
you dont relate, but i can
float itnot space.
a day ago.
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Post by Dr. D-Resperatation on Jul 10, 2009 23:39:32 GMT -5
back to da future.
scoooter duteranimi.
a geek is a chicken
runnen round with no head
and it was once said
we judge owerselves amongst owerselves,
parania will destroy yah,
not knowing if your dead.
you speaking to
scarface the animal.
glorifing scandle
stealing concubines
from another handler.
she knows how to cook.
but she fucked you
on the books.
waves of light.
lucifer at night.
speaking polite
to a russian socialite.
vodka with winter.
makes a patato crop bitter.
that is why u.s.a. is the winner.
love it or leave it.
conspiricy belive it.
unless you want to get framed.
i bet stock in my shrimp marinade.
scodie dodie loose your self
parental discretion for the filth.
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Post by Dr. D-Resperatation on Jul 11, 2009 12:55:19 GMT -5
Going against the grain,
with a grain of salt.
bleeding adreniyline
with teath grinding assfautlt.
Like the San Andreas Fault line,
crucifing cosmic wine.
with a sliver of lime, Regreten rhymes
regardless as to what my keys
dangle from.
poetry is less valuable than rum.
16 drums on a dead mans chest.
more abstract then a tribe called quest
freestyle delicatese. N
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