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![]() Bardic Nation ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,113 Joined: Aug 2004 Member No: 38,059 ![]() |
from awhile back:
sitting on my lap it tastes fresher in the sack- an armada of flavor launches a surprise attack- it sends shivers packed with power efforting smack- another spending that of which is never a way back- (switches beat) Trust is a thing rarely seen on these streets with these fiends- gotta get high, gotta stay clean. shoot, went for the first and trusted- but was busted with this stupid vendetta while a cop issue beretta points straight at my eye as i lie with my arms straight to the sky- deny my source as i defy my rights. decide to hide the truth- save the betrayer and pay him back later- return him the favor ten fold with my pig slayer- It's gonna be a flood six inches high in the tub wit ya blood you gangsta faggot- you cant hack it and i cant neither but i can hack you of that you can be sure proceeding the beating- get the stead of retreating ill find you and you'll taste the chase of base pounded deleting of a human life- your knife taken from my back will find a place in yours staring straight at your punisher- pouring your blood from ya skin like im in a rush here- and ill snap ya back like the rat pack's snitch should be taken, gonna smack attack and crack the spine in time to make the dogs dine like kings- |
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