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a ryhme to pass the time.
Sittin here feelin like a jerk//going beserk//falling asleep i need a pll for a perk//Evil thoughts in my head are startin to lurk// but i cant go in da gas station and decapatate the clerk//
And take all the fuckin money//you think this shits funny//havn your mutherfuckin head ripped off like a mummy//havn all your blood ooze out yo neck like some honey//that i ate with these mushrooms cuz they tasted to crumby// But they did the trick//got me high as shit//trapped-trippin-out-in a-white-closet// Sittin in da dark like a boogie man//mutherfuckin pupils the size of fryin pans//that i used with crisco to sizzle up green eggs and ham//then i fed em to a fat man with no diet plan//who never exercised he never jogged or ran//just sat on the couch with a turkey sub in each hand//got so fat got stuck in his van so to get him out we cut off the roof like a can// uneducacted because i failed grade four when i grabbed my teacher and stapled her tounge to the floor//came back the next year called her a whore yanked her to the car and slammed her whole fuckin head in da door// The other day i thought it would be fun to guzzle a litre of bleach just for fun//got scared when it started to burn so i run//to the pawn shop and agreed to pawn off my soul for a gun// I took the oozy to the street// thought it'd be neat to unleash a million bullets like a ma-rine fleet// people got scared, the cops came did i care//hell naw for this mission i came strapped and prepared to shoot hard and take over the mutherfuckin block//be a one man army like that homie tupac//my cell phones ringin but i cant talk//cuz in one hand i got my balls in the other my glock// i don't want to type anymore, but there is more, but i wont type it peace | |||
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posted 2003 October 7 (Tuesday) at 5:55 PM
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