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i got a couple STDs that cant be cured and cant endure the future, Its like I dont like life no more, these triflin whores dun got my best, a ²²²²² chase a fluffy breast and want to rest without no condom or no time to test, now problems is what Im left.... my dick burn like urns or crusines from chefs, now I see pure girls thats looking mean in dress. I mean whats left? to kill for a thrill, or stand still and beat my dill... this life aint fun, especially thinking about my unborn son, maybe if i make profits ill cop a clone, and teach him how to shoot hoops and rip a microphone, dont really like alone but thats the life i had to choose, my conversations onesides with nobody but me and booze, deeply in the blues until a geek concocts a cure, whats more, im making money and keeping it offshore, i wish i was more dumb so all my problems could be numb, perhaps if that was fact i wouldnt masterbate with backup from my thumb, im black and then some, i act like ²²²²²² primates in animal kingdom, im not gay im my say im right straight, ok, i admit, i let a faggot suck my dick, and maybe fuck a guy in drag, but fuck it i didnt go back and brag, i keep it real and denied until freestyles i tried, besides they got me with the slow speed homocide, its time to cry but you know what im out of tears, tellin my deepest problems here without a fear, been without a peer since I was in the 12 grade, but yo im out this bitch my new girl hit me wit a page
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