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Join Date: Aug 1997
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posted on 01-04-2005
rnr legend life in the womb this bubble's claustraphobic, I try to stay subtle but cause a fit and make trouble then toss a kick, this bubble I claw and rip enough rumbling cuz I got to give, I don't have the patience I don't feel the need to be engaged when bieng fed to my amazement through this tube in my stomach, so useful I love it no more dispute so fuck it, takin it easy like fish you shoot in the bucket I lessen my fit then reckon to just sit and check in on my livin as arms start to grow like extra weapon shipments then something rips in, shit, when did these goliath tongs come into play? if I could develop vocal chords, there's something wrong I must say it's tugging at me strong in a way, an abortion! yet I wonder why all I wanted was to be taken out the spread like whippin out the butterknife what if I be nice? at least have a heart, but not mine! please play it smart but they play the beast and start to piece my limbs apart wish you took a better route at least, one where i'd get to roam around and feast well now I guess i'm about to leave, goodbye.... i'm out, PIECE! vs. demik from rm your weaknesses for weaker sins always annoyed him so why would you continue to feed me these poisons? and destroy somethin that you made, out of selfishness worse off you kept it secret that you even felt his kid well you did mission accomplished, you knew he couldn't find out so you drowned me in toxins, hoping I would die now... women's network specials on drugs, learn from it the brick through your lungs would hurt less to the stomach 16 years old, addicted to blow, the streets where you fend gettin rid of you son, the fastest way, a means to an end even fiends need a friend you were alone, with your stomach showin then began the stealin, & heavy eatin to keep people from knowin awake every night worrying, tellin your heart to relax morning sickness struck, easy to confuse it with relapse nine months, your cries struck, labour pains..and there's your son now id love to say I rest in peace but an alleyway's dumpster isnt a proper burial for anyone rnr legend my ass.. demik wins. |
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