Dude thinks he is part of the nightmare, when in reality he’s like this little angel that’s frightened by the darkness in which he talks about.
Hell ya! My last days free hangin wit my homie. Got to take it easy on my shoulder so we can shred. Oh, and Mike welcome to the club. Crail-aholics anonymis! Is that a black eye?
cookouts scared of myspace’s server crashing, and white tees going out of fashion
an excerpt from an e-mail from andrew the other day: “yeah bowling sounds good. you should tell brad man about it now so he can go buy a new outfit and matching shoes…” funny stuff.
I’s be gettin’ hyphy in a white-tee, Marked up with Sharpie, And it’s easy for critics to slay, What I got to say, And display, But it’s just my way, Got a new shirt every single day. Try to take my title-belt, Think you can make your presence felt, Bradman’s whole outfit, Is unfit, In my ring of fashion, He better stick to Thrashin, You can bring the clout, But remember, everyone’s all about, The Lookout for the Cookout. Like whoa, gangsta…gimme the mic at the next Philly house party.
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Dude thinks he is part of the nightmare, when in reality he’s like this little angel that’s frightened by the darkness in which he talks about.
Hell ya! My last days free hangin wit my homie. Got to take it easy on my shoulder so we can shred. Oh, and Mike welcome to the club. Crail-aholics anonymis! Is that a black eye?
cookouts scared of myspace’s server crashing, and white tees going out of fashion
an excerpt from an e-mail from andrew the other day: “yeah bowling sounds good. you should tell brad man about it now so he can go buy a new outfit and matching shoes…” funny stuff.
I’s be gettin’ hyphy in a white-tee, Marked up with Sharpie, And it’s easy for critics to slay, What I got to say, And display, But it’s just my way, Got a new shirt every single day. Try to take my title-belt, Think you can make your presence felt, Bradman’s whole outfit, Is unfit, In my ring of fashion, He better stick to Thrashin, You can bring the clout, But remember, everyone’s all about, The Lookout for the Cookout. Like whoa, gangsta…gimme the mic at the next Philly house party.