dude, -jus fukin wichoo..
anonymous
March 30 2005, 09:42:48 UTC
uh WOA!! -- i want to build a fort that'd be sueweet!!
toilet paper is the sqatters necessity it cleans off grease blood, snot, clots it will polish it all off wif some uh dot oil of tea tree.. cuz everybody knows squatters like to be so fresh and so clean clean..
toilet paper rollin outa kit of destruction that 'one' bag uh spray paint cans wiffuh dozen eggs.. bolt cutters.. uneaten lunch ena knife fo dem insured cars thru the suburbs see us huffin en puffin we freakin OUT like some vandals on the rill: yep: upta somethin.. again... be like BLAH! on dem blinged out tires, muthahfukuss! hearin it go sssssss
we scratch that scene so fast we blur but before we skipt out you know we taped that shit off en deckt it out with splattered eggs and toilet paypurr jus ta mimic them pig sukuss that gong cum up lookin at our art form fuk it all up with yellow caution ina bout.. 4 hours later cuz we? we be concrete jungle malitia muthuhfukuckuss we arr pirates of land babylon haters (fo LIFE, fahkooss!) we do str8 up spit on the boss of some corp we'd love to rap our baseball bats on.. en paperweights, no gloves, but they'll be time fer dat later
till then it's a crew bums en sk8ers, blue colared kids wiffa lotta pent up anger a bag, the night babylon supa slow motion but falling some owl saying "who?" en the trees, these streets loitered: boards an bikes with some faceless badass kids hands ahold of eggs, knives, flashlights
bats, lighters, spray paint.. boltcutters.. en oh yeah: rolls of some MAHTHAHFUKIN toilet paper. we do curr wuts wrong wuts right but still weez gonna bust out sum lights tonight en gloss up these walls cuz the buff squad gotta have somethin to do too, roit? roit. it'll all be awright.
that'd be sueweet!!
toilet paper is the sqatters necessity
it cleans off grease
blood, snot, clots
it will polish it all off
wif some uh dot oil of tea tree..
cuz everybody knows squatters like to be so fresh and so
clean clean..
toilet paper rollin outa
kit of destruction
that 'one' bag uh
spray paint cans
wiffuh
dozen eggs..
bolt cutters..
uneaten lunch
ena knife fo dem insured cars
thru the suburbs see us huffin en puffin
we freakin OUT like some vandals
on the rill: yep: upta somethin..
again...
be like BLAH! on dem blinged out tires, muthahfukuss!
hearin it go sssssss
we scratch that scene so fast
we blur
but before we skipt out
you know
we taped that shit off en deckt it out
with splattered eggs and toilet paypurr
jus ta mimic them pig sukuss that gong cum up lookin
at our art form
fuk it all up with yellow caution
ina bout.. 4 hours later
cuz
we?
we be concrete jungle malitia muthuhfukuckuss
we arr pirates of land
babylon haters (fo LIFE, fahkooss!)
we do
str8 up spit on the boss
of some corp
we'd love
to rap our baseball bats on..
en paperweights, no gloves,
but they'll be time fer dat later
till then it's a crew
bums en sk8ers, blue colared kids
wiffa lotta pent up anger
a bag, the night
babylon supa slow motion but falling
some owl saying "who?"
en the trees, these streets
loitered:
boards an bikes
with some faceless badass kids
hands ahold of eggs, knives,
flashlights
bats,
lighters,
spray paint..
boltcutters.. en oh
yeah:
rolls of some MAHTHAHFUKIN
toilet paper.
we do curr wuts wrong wuts right
but still weez gonna bust out sum lights tonight
en gloss up these walls
cuz the buff squad gotta have somethin to do too, roit?
roit. it'll all be awright.
goodnight.
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