(no subject)
I be sitting hitting the lines the lives.
The skies the highs the flies that die and
Create an immortal state with no orphanhood rate.
I try to be sly
The quickest guy who get his rhymes
Out loud behind the vines
I spit my spite it's on your her arm that sleazy slut.
I could have faked
I could have fucked all y'all.
To be sitting and shivering
But the mood y'all was delivering.
Quite may be.
The pinnacle of the paramount of
The flying and buying the street sailors on high-kinks.
Is no dealer is your mommy,
No matter how greast her goods make you fee.
The skies the highs the flies that die and
Create an immortal state with no orphanhood rate.
I try to be sly
The quickest guy who get his rhymes
Out loud behind the vines
I spit my spite it's on your her arm that sleazy slut.
I could have faked
I could have fucked all y'all.
To be sitting and shivering
But the mood y'all was delivering.
Quite may be.
The pinnacle of the paramount of
The flying and buying the street sailors on high-kinks.
Is no dealer is your mommy,
No matter how greast her goods make you fee.