Total Posts: 10323 Member Since: 2012 Location: Sirius or Xm? | posted Friday, June 22, 2018 4:58:05 PM  my shit is on fire, cannot seem to put shit down with my perspire per spire on my eyelid im high kids old news same clues serenity claims you then folds you into an old you, your purview is contrived i spy through my psy eye your whole crew retired, in their own sweat, no known vets bold threats get spit on, so sit on your own finger and linger then spin on top of the digit, yall wrapped up in fidget spinners like the OG serenading bridget bardot, ol' gull like betty gets plenty thoughts, dumped on like penny thots fuck em, forget me not, these daisy ridleys empty knots im stratosphere excellence atmosphere essence relentless idioma to idiots that guess this isnt no game my shame been framed for yall visions like you sittin' in MOMA talking to mona, while she smokin tina these lisa simpsons been simpin' simply lately, teasers, i mean mentally anemic pale in comparison brain stem no allegiance disconnected from self repair a rare paraplegic like i cant walk in my own shoes so why you try em on this shit been wrong sized since i cried to pry em on my street shit used to cry alongside the krylon paint drip like a rain drop weight like a pylon so still i got eyes on, prize kept the prize gone i been on treasure hunts since 95 i'm alive long like longer than you, sew up my sinew and mend you too like let me lash out and stitch you up and rend through you just to pay costs, these bosses are complacent and evicted middle town under-boss don't say shit to me explicit im alpha centauri far from games no atari i teenage riot on monopoly and kill when im sorry. fuck what you heard i bleed black as still anger like this shit still linger with my finger on the danger call me stranger, recognize the size of my manger big enough to seize you, or seize us big enough to birth my own personal jesus.Partial IP: 224.194.89 |