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So, things have been wierd lately. Really good, but wierd. I feel really nervous all the time. After christening Tha New House with Sam, Max, Justin, Julie, and Shannon, despite having one of the best freestyle sessions ever i have decided not to drink for awhile. I am addicted to Quiznos Subs and have been spending way too much money on food and shit in general. Cuteness prevails over infamy.
School is about to be over. Yay summer, but like...GAH. life is complicated.
I GUESS ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS....
"Herses driving round yo house, hoodoo hex, voodoo dolls bouncin on yo bed,
Throwin devil sets
Sick sadistic nothin up my sleeve, muddy boots, blazin crickets call me crow,
Vorhees plaaay!
Crow got a lust for the devilish bust, and the triple six crush, and I touch
Like malichi
Rollin every spot, lookin fo yo ass and we high, with the infered sewn in his
Flesh just like some fuckin disco lights
We gonna cut u into itty bitty parts, leave me on your side of town where they
Keep the graveyards
Crush plants dead rats lots of trash empty shells crack cells city streets
Black males foind in blood trails
Aint enough mail for all ya to prevail
So that we can put to sleep, and they smell why they pale
Sippin on the salty wines of ya sweet salty blood,
My name is scarecrow bitch, youre welcome to my club!"
School is about to be over. Yay summer, but like...GAH. life is complicated.
I GUESS ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS....
"Herses driving round yo house, hoodoo hex, voodoo dolls bouncin on yo bed,
Throwin devil sets
Sick sadistic nothin up my sleeve, muddy boots, blazin crickets call me crow,
Vorhees plaaay!
Crow got a lust for the devilish bust, and the triple six crush, and I touch
Like malichi
Rollin every spot, lookin fo yo ass and we high, with the infered sewn in his
Flesh just like some fuckin disco lights
We gonna cut u into itty bitty parts, leave me on your side of town where they
Keep the graveyards
Crush plants dead rats lots of trash empty shells crack cells city streets
Black males foind in blood trails
Aint enough mail for all ya to prevail
So that we can put to sleep, and they smell why they pale
Sippin on the salty wines of ya sweet salty blood,
My name is scarecrow bitch, youre welcome to my club!"