Give em your best. They’ll expect nothing less never towards me, but for me throwing fist.
Be my guest motherfuckers can’t afford a breath so they just sit around with no time to rest. Don’t have a single damn dime to spend double Squanched bastard.
Stuck on the walls i’m plastered. It’s telling me to go faster when I woke up the next day holes in the wall butter on my balls what a disaster.
I’ve come to see all the silly things you’ve done wish I could say you were the worst, but I’ve always been number one
argie bargie squanched up party don’t like how I talk to you. No i’m not sorry.
snap back to reality. Life is too short to agree with gravity so get back up on the horse. They’ll never get it out of me.
when I was a youngin getting raised up upon this land the road to Zion I was always trying to explore, but mama would tell me to finish everything on your plate boy including your chores before going through that door. Lamin should’ve brought a lay me down to sleep suck it hard suck it sweet side shot hook it sinks just got 10 on the locket links. What’s all over my sheets must’ve been the pretty sphinx. There’s something about them honey’s at the roller rink, they tickle my Boner while I’m trying to think playing hooky in my mind. I’m playing hanky pank. It’s proud Hank. When it stocks up the bank of stank. Hope there’s a place to park following my heart barely able to get this car to start. I want you to share some of your time. Give us a try just you and I no other gal for me. No other guy for you. We don’t need to get pregnant. Don’t need to get high. Don’t need to get divorced. We Don’t need to get married shit there’s no end to the story just spitting some lyrical, wisdom wiser the man he once was risen from the depths of his dark mental prison. Hearing my own footsteps got me running don’t look back cause he’s coming the one you can’t see the only one that judges when you speak coming from all direction starting to hurt my stomach. Don’t wanna see me plummet Don’t want to be bumming. Just wanna be humming the chords got a gun in the stove yeah we gunnin the Ford. Foot on the pedal. It’s to the floor going ghost soon as I shut the door.
Humbully
