Location: I'll stay below the surface, breaking bread with worms. It's depravity, not gravity, that anchors flesh to Earth......... Los Angeles, CA
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Not feelin that hoody
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The venom is inside of me, the reason Greece is fallin to pieces
The whole world's callin for Jesus
And I'll let him take a strike or three
Then crush his skull with a tree from the Garden of Eden
I know he has a high threshold for pain
So I'll tie him to a bull's tail and drag his flesh over Spain
An equisite work of art I'll drop his head at the Louvre
I'm impossible to stop once I get in a groove
i would let my girl go on a date with you in real life, at her horniest point, ass naked, with a video camera, playing lil kims "payback" on repeat to get the idea in her head, after her and i just got in our worst fight ever cuz i banged 3 asian hookers when i was supposed to be at her birthday party.... and i wouldnt feel the least bit threatened
Location: Yelling Strong Isle til I'm blue in the face..
Posts: 13,955
that hoody is doppe..i really like that, what brand is that ?
i like the jeans and the sneakers too..the shirt is aiight man from what i've seen of LRG, or their t shirts atleast, they aint that great..
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They say he's very arrogant but the air their inhaling in isn't there to sniff. Dare to wiff and I'm tearing the air to get from where it is. There's a chick inhaling I'm tearing it thru her pair of tits. There's a kid my fist is impaling him thru his pair of ribs. From a kamikaze crazy bomber, drama like Shadys momma, fucking with bitches ugly as Biggies baby momma! And I stay mismatched to the socks, bitch laughs and my names dispatched to the cops. Stitched patch on my crotch reads 'Kiss me I'm Irish', my click be the flyest. Don't quiz me, I'm biased. But try us, and lose the cocky smile, who could stop me now? When I'm right on the money like the illuminati owl. If I'm off a DJ mixed my acapella wrong, my mozarella's long, enough to buy the rights to every Roc A Fella song. I'm lying, but I'm not, when I'm rhyming my stock is hella long. Too hot to mail a song, the mailman said he thought I mailed a bomb! Rain, sleet, snow, or hell I'm smoking well. Granted, you'd think I was Spansih how well I roll a L