Lookin' My activity's offsprings through. And sensinna Thruth.
Had self-teasin' listenin' Ma all minuses through today. Am ready bet that i had then fizzle-crap at the nape. Was I insane when I made this in a next lap of a self-claim? Even well-helm couldn't keep an ears out of been drained fully in a faint my brain been truly at this day. Guess I gotta sameness in ass and it's in it's slaving grave Ma safity's feelin' swiftly decreased as it's fake waits for a gay-snake-packer at the end of a job-day. Then i've read Ma rhymes after this truthfull slap. Doodle-do brat with wooden head would do that crap more ass-wool liftin' and realy mad-better in fact. But what is better in fact? Snappin' a prattle in Rap, been admired till ass-fire and rattle in acts? Or fire a nest of twaddle and toddle over this mess in ass, in head. This led Me to role of a fat and self-glad rubberneck is just in the less in the fact.