Ill end this idiots words by leaving a knife in his throat.
I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote
Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby
Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body
Leaving u mark'd out wit ya toe'z bunch'd in a tag
While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack
And he, what's his name, earl
Messing with love hit a new girl
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Little girl for a big boy,
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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