That looks like an elf in your sig
I tells it like it is, fire wall shit- melting the bricks
All my writtens are dusty, on the shelf w/the lint
All my writtens are bullies, ringing the bell of a wimp
All my kittens are sorta soft like the shell of a shrimp
All my sniffin' bags I used to sell at a skimp
All my writtens go retarded, talking helmets & gimps
full rubtard- simple jack, never know how a pimp'll act
explode outta nowhere like a pimple act
every time I hear your name it's like cymbals crash
I smokes the grasses, need to start some yoga classes
to add balance to these yoda axes w/cobra fastness
It's so hard to find the line between dope & wackness
I recite wu-tang's flows practicing my judo throws & tactics
Im calling hookers- trying to give some a ho a snatch lick
David lama is @the end of an icy rainbow trying to blow a faggot
laser hair removal- checkerboard pubes, it grows in patches
I'll open up your gas cap & throw some matches
When you die on devil's night, I'm that crow that's laughing
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