oh shoot - get a of that fruit in thigh boots, red tighy whiteys and blue cat suit even the rats know tacky - "y'all ain't seen me slippin' like that bitch smacked me!" posing chest and legs open - couldn't stand all that was missing was a and a man purse crying dying laughing 'til burst faster than a speeding blast, bleeding ass ran fit baby hair, messed up, wavey curl under the cape the of the 'S' says baby girl the things some people 'll do for its a herb, its a lame, its...a god shame villain willing when them cold streets you can keep hero and hold the meatballs worthy title locked it pockets on empty he harder than a steam engine like john henry turn dirt to dollars don henley ugly and get holla's like ron jeremy at least moniteraly, need therapy its like a ferris spree (?) hit 'em with a kryptonite children come and poke his dead body a stick wrote this lyric from in the bed a chick she had the tightest grip around the of...blaaaa!
bic...now can i get my pen got no enemy, got no - black with the green goblin got the bat robbed bust in - batman bobbin slobbin robins knob! y'all already got your belts on the so kick them shits here and click off the porno alfred come home and them both naked to eachother just as he had expected red n chrome wheelin' and dealin' sleeping with the fishes for real for squealin' psst, the low low on the skin blazer its just a graze from a razor thin lazer at all the so called wannabe players showing off their titballs (?) to all the free its like a leotard how it got is any retards guess - regardless thats choice no hate to bate becomes a when they try attempt to go straight and raise the monster in the whole population starting to effect the super-pimping occupation now, who's the headline the newspaper fate of a - you out caped crusader tied to the make a damn tram de-rail rap is like a spam nigerian e-mail the man with no beard is weirder than a sucker got bagged on a street sale 'em one of ours set it up - yeah doubt did it the dirtied draws - wet 'em up and air it out!