Feb 26, 2007 14:33
PCPCRyan: youre a real piece of work, dude
PCPCRyan: you know that?
PCPCRyan: yo yo...bartram? more like a kid with weak arms, dad never told ya to give up sports, he does harm like this rap, its like a lyrical attack on your brain cortex, i never cease or let back
PCPCRyan: bus it bus it
PCPCRyan: two trailor park jillis go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside!... ive created a bartram, and nobody wants to see hashzor no more they wants drugs im chopped liver, well if you want drugs this is what ill give ya, a pack of marlboros mixed with some jager, some green tea thatll make ya pee fasta than a kevi-kevin drinkin gatorade like niggas, like them brothas he tries to go hooping on, but they smash on his face like hes in an octagon! (hey!) youve waited this long i exaggerated all the porn he looks at when hes masturbatin! i know that youve got a job gussassin but drugs is busy in his tool shed gettin his wack on! so the M.A.F. dont get respect, we push paper at desks, and we fail our tests! they try and make fun to get a laugh but it feels so empy without hash, so! balls in a mouth, semen on couch, fuck that! fuck hard til it makes you slouch! and get nervous, cuz this flo now has no purpose, i didnt pay my bills SO I GET NO SERVICE!