Like... Darkness and crows... and sad things... Titties. Wait... those aren't sad...

Mar 10, 2006 16:45

This is a poem I've memorized that read sometimes when I'm depressed. I think it really relates to my emotions.

Ghostface! Catch tha' blast from a hype verse.
My glock burst, leavin' a hearse. I did worse.
I come rough. Tough like an elephant tusk.
Ya' head rush. Fly like Egyptian musk. Ahh shit!
Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' howevah,
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funkyninja March 11 2006, 01:12:46 UTC
Here comes the ruckus, the motherfuckin' ruckus.

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pango March 11 2006, 18:32:49 UTC
Prepare to swap swords at tha' mid-section.

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lastfiveyears March 11 2006, 18:26:33 UTC
hahahahahhaha

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