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By oooTreyooo

The amonia drip of the bee bee is quit an ordeal. You got me anytime cause she knows its a shank and the cost of you saying i'm god is amloid. With a golden hand and some country grunge i've lost my favortie friend.

Things done changed cause i said gimme the loot. Playing machine gun funk is a warning that i'm ready to die. I'm givin you one more chance to fuck me. The what? Its a juicy everyday struggle for me and my bitch to get big poppas respect. And a friend of mine has unbelievable suicidal thoughts.

To be the one is a sad caper. In tucker's town she crawls away because its so strange. For the old man and me the earth stopped cold at dawn. Fairweather johnson is a honeyscrew. Let it breathe that silly little pop song you fool tootie when i'm lonely.

I'm not an addict. That's a sound only you can hear. The white kite fauna of mr. freeze is a song for Catherine. To this day the iron flower waits in paradise for me. Am i only dreaming? Or is dad an old woman? Somethings wrong.

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