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Originally Posted by CopyPat
Way sick when i send this shit, ama-zing with the excellence , ya brain flips when ya witness it: the greatness in my penmanship. save it, i spray clips in ya residence and strays hittin the innocent. so play victim.. or get a grip, i ain't kidding, i finish this..
but actually i am joking, factually my hands stroking rapidly like backstroking when i wack my D like smash mole'ing to angelina and jolie. damn homie. thats the only plan really. the only time my hands really clappin off a shot be, when im goin to the stands and im clappin for some hockey. my flowin is a handgun gat or pistol shotty.. cause im blowin through like fans i just have it in my body
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Calamity's a party
and you'll be there as the main attraction...
A distraction from the patsies in the lobby.
one smash of puissant and its canned, yes its a body.
prepared for the apocalyptic entrancing, though symbiotic...
I resist this chance to dance with the deadliest of symbolics.