That's it!

The only street. It's concrete, it has it's wrinkles and slits, history, sweet pieces and bitter crisps, minutely it brings the truth by itself with fell and well steps and beats, I met many treating and breedin' wacks to ass has many scars and crannies on a brain. But I didn't drain in this. It's printed crossly at Ma sneerin' face and lips, so please clean 'is place, i'm in a race os bringing self to bay to seize it. Slacks took place Ma ass behind, so I hit it.
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))))))
03 октября 2008 в 12:05

Hey? listen 2 me. Maybe i'll put these rhymes on a music?
03 октября 2008 в 12:04