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i hate when peeps say that my poop is wack
makes me hope that they get a heart attack or makes me wanna pull out the f***in mac n spit until they fall flat on they back take that im makin it up as i go so dont say im violent cause ill say "no" n its cold outside its startin to snow my heads real nappy need to pick my fro on the go if i go n party down the street n drink some alchohol with my peeps n gamble with dice we'll play for keeps n today i saw a guy drive by in a jeep. w00t |
I gots the rap right hurr. I mean poem :p
We Drop that track as hot as we. We beat down the street like shot flying from hood. Put it on Cash money like it should. lights out I am from 3point line. when I cross you up its like where will you find. Aka 47 on my hand becasue we werent happy with fans. poets flip the media because they look for you name in the encyclapedia. I droped like it was hot right. :xmas: |
Once apon a time i beat up a Kid.
Shot him with a shot gun. but he still kinda lived. so i walked down the street. thinking of a plan on how to get him to eat green eggs and ham. sky is blue and dirt is a redish brown. Thats y mom is scared of Clowns Puppys are Cute Cats r Fat. thats why 50 cent got shot with a Gat My name is mark it rymths with Shark it kinda sounds like that game Nark and Fart An Park a poem by {DS}cholozen top that :sly: |
black gloves- black mask
black shirt- black pants blue steel- blue vest he dead- you next |
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I'm your simple fellow very mellow often mistaken for carmello. :xmas: Edited By SBYRD5 on 1104283396 |
[quote:post_uid0="girlNferno666"][color=#000000]well i wrote something for all the warriors in sfo ^_^ and i know it's not the best but i tried for u guys so i hope u guys like it to all the fighters out there this poems for u ^_^
I need to know the man behind the dark eyes The secrets and lies The warrior who fights an endless battle with his soul The lover who keeps this on going war I need to know the shadows that lurk in his heart Which he wants to keep in the dark The man I know so well And the shadow that lurks beneath The man who can love so much His hand a tender caress And the fighter who's hand a deadly touch 2 souls trapped in one body like day and night Your soul longs to find that balance between the warrior and the lover the Caretaker and the destroyer Needing seeking looking for that answer that |
We both were hot and heavy. but we knew what we were going to do in that chevy.
I am putting my hand in her belly. but still we are in a Chevy. As we continue she put her hand on my thigh. I am thinking the first time I saw her she was shy. This aint any situation we are in a back seat of a car. but I wonder we how we get so far. I remember we wanting each other. but I i am wondering where whe going. Because when we where looking at each other our private parts where showing. As the night goes on we are doing it for hours. but in our minds We wanted to do it in a shower. |
nice :)
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[quote:post_uid0="Nosoul4Sfo"]We both were hot and heavy. but we knew what we were going to do in that chevy.
I am putting my hand in her belly. but still we are in a Chevy. As we continue she put her hand on my thigh. I am thinking the first time I saw her she was shy. This aint any situation we are in a back seat of a car. but I wonder we how we get so far. I remember we wanting each other. but I i am wondering where whe going. Because when we where looking at each other our private parts where showing. As the night goes on we are doing it for hours. but in our minds We wanted to do it in a shower.[/quote] Her coochie was loud son...fishy. :blues: |
Oh common man... don't turn this thread into "THAT"
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