In grants house, and it feels like the old days

Feb 09, 2004 10:47

life or death, I kick hoes that get more dramatic then macbeth, stank hookers with dragon breath, ehh. being broke aint fun, smoking weed cashed out like a bum, when the boys mouth spits hotter then solar flares from the sun. Who could it be but old crooked teeth, you shit talking pussy I'll see ya on the street.

I hate hiphop Im more punk rock, but Im still sick enough to tell why you shouldnt pick up that sock, on my bedroom floor, next to the closet door, it holds more ejaculate then a whore, steady yo shits weak, Too much liquids I'll take a leak, jiving off beat, poop on chests and it looks like roast beef, Im sick nasty and such, I would do anything to get my teeth brushed, I havent been home in a few days, I been filling ash trays blunt roaches and cigaret butts just raise. I need a shower quick I feel sick, Im going to the beach in a hot minute.

With Grant and Jackie
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