9-24-11

bronson, action

smoking fucking thanksgiving turkey bags man

surgical procedures

ben johnson

you already know

sign my name with the feather

tap dance under the full moon

smoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon

just keep it truckin'

searching all the nooks and crannies

no english muffin

streets are filled with crooks and trannies

bam bam got a shooter like lagassee

emerald green paper that i split up with my posse

one hand driving

3 gram smoking

2 fiend sucking

tea bag soaking

strength of a retard the drugs are even stronger

shorty loved the longitude

dealer bring a quarter through

over fishing make the snapper less affordable

i hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that rhetorical

like do you want to have sex? "

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