Goofy.

e11even · 09-17-2013, 05:11 AM

Tune ups... elevation, no buttons. celebrations, vacations no frontin. palputations calculated, they love us.

behold, lest it be gold- accessories sold separately, yet they fuck us. no numbers, lest they be hoe's, then tic tac to the toes, these ho niggas turn suckas.

all that is a dream tho. lived glimpses, dismembered rememberances, lived feet first while my inner devils inched in. won W's til they L'd, laughing at how she clenched it, drenchin... shit... tissue couldn't soak it all in, so I struggle to forget this pinchin mistress.

tenchi type tension, they booties coochies... never a fan of rurouni kinship. fuck em. I had shares til they dropped, now I possess a purpose til the service of courtship wit these harpes stops.

and that would be wat exacted grief in this lasting peace... having back what these bastards lack but still nabbed from ME...

the gearbox is set... one shift in his seat n' that vapid faggot's next. eggin his vehicle in traffic with the offspring from a dragon's nest. the neck of his back's what I'm draggin next. let an ass laugh out his vapid flesh...
one spaz, he'll procrastinate, ponderin on witch hat gets grabbed when I exact his death...

spell-bound... u forced to play... til its anything other than hell down, one fell round will spell clowns like that small moment of victory u dwell within when u well wound.

you goofy.

09-17-2013, 05:11 AM	#1
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	Goofy. Tune ups... elevation, no buttons. celebrations, vacations no frontin. palputations calculated, they love us. behold, lest it be gold- accessories sold separately, yet they fuck us. no numbers, lest they be hoe's, then tic tac to the toes, these ho niggas turn suckas. all that is a dream tho. lived glimpses, dismembered rememberances, lived feet first while my inner devils inched in. won W's til they L'd, laughing at how she clenched it, drenchin... shit... tissue couldn't soak it all in, so I struggle to forget this pinchin mistress. tenchi type tension, they booties coochies... never a fan of rurouni kinship. fuck em. I had shares til they dropped, now I possess a purpose til the service of courtship wit these harpes stops. and that would be wat exacted grief in this lasting peace... having back what these bastards lack but still nabbed from ME... the gearbox is set... one shift in his seat n' that vapid faggot's next. eggin his vehicle in traffic with the offspring from a dragon's nest. the neck of his back's what I'm draggin next. let an ass laugh out his vapid flesh... one spaz, he'll procrastinate, ponderin on witch hat gets grabbed when I exact his death... spell-bound... u forced to play... til its anything other than hell down, one fell round will spell clowns like that small moment of victory u dwell within when u well wound. you goofy.