spex - writerz block
I'm floodin', like echelon to Pentagon Chicks cluster to my monsterballs like pubes cluster to my genitals
Love - what a wonderful thing The wonders it brings, a wandering thing Walking from women to women in a all less promising ring And the longer I dream, the further it seems The wonder of what my love texts will bring Cause so far, no country to show for the love of my queen The loveless of kings, no conquests to fringe And I'm left with no lovers to think of..
Fuck an inner fight I come hard to dome, mind, body and soul Like Kimbo Slice The type to put another crater on Uranus The only one fiendin fame who still is fameless The only one not proppin' suckaz to get famous The only motherfucker still bumpin' knuckles on you fucked up Jenna Jamesons So try'na jerk me ends up with tennis elbows Every text's like yaddayadda-yo, yaddayad-punch Tired of writing texts, citing spex and battleing chumps Tired of bitches bitchin, Anikken 'zup? Point blank, period.. I'm tired as fuck!
Shie, 'cause I'm a sleezball right? Daily consumption consisting of pizza and cheezball fights Smashin' beer like Suge got smashed by Kimbo Slice Slapping bitches till they suck dick in a limbo stance With fantasies like homo three sums where I'm the middle man Ordering Singapore Sling Vodka's without the gin and lime
Wakin' up the morning after Head torn, blazed filled with sores and plasters Turning bits into puzzles, try'na restore what happened Don't even try to pull a smile like I was bored with laughter A thundering head ache, a hundred lessons gone neglected Lost in the midst of a long depression and drunken sessions Wakin' up with a sunday's blessin' on a saturday morning Lips gradually yawning Trying to form words but they crawl back into their coffin
Sure, we can make up in plenty I still go straight for the henny And claim you ain't shit but a bitch That gives head for less than change of a penny Poor excuses for not hearing the melody changin' Once swinged away from oneself the pendulum changes And is bound to come back and attack In a stabbin like motion motivated by vengance
ni får d ja har
norman bates behemot bubba fett alfred bello arthur's detour azazello
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