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Hitman
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 421
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skin white like the dover cliffs,
not even suicidal rappers get over this, making grown man music, inhale ma' piff, fuck that spliff, roll a blunt, smoke that quick, ingest that shit, spit that slick, fire, consume you like candle wicks, it comes natural, so i got numerous hoes on my dick, i lose count of em but i'm not complaining bout a bitch, just envision me getting rich, pocket a wallet filled with cash, even after i spend loads of it, i'm left with plenny for my kid, and to fund expensive tastes, thats how i wanna live, first and foremost to me, it aint the cash like they say its supposed to be, i was raised with nothin, why would we, try to become something we just wasnt formerly, i wanna be happy within my own family, i can rap in verses like curses, i could prove that see, but with a sense of urgency, made worse with a vendetta against those with loose lips, apparently driven with aero jealousy, i let the hate go and focus on me, so if your at home mind stuck on me, suck my cock take a bow and leave, |
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