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I TOLD THAT ************ TO SWING ON ME, TAKE A CHANCE MOTHEFUCKER, TAKE A CHANCE, I WANNA GET MY *** KICKED, LET ME CHILL HERE ON THE EARTH WHILE YOU STAND OVER ME, SPITTING AND DISSING. BUT WHEN I GET UP IMMA BE MAD ENOUGH TO SCREAM AND **** IMMA BE A MANIAC ON YOUR DOORSTEP, IMMA BE A ****** WITH NO CHANCES WHEN I'VE GOT THREE. SO WHEN YOU SWING ON ME ************ SWING ON ME AS YOU TRY AN CALL ME A ***** JUST KNOW THAT IMMA COME AT YOU WITH A THOUSAND GRENADES IN MY FINGERTIPS, AND WHEN YOU DON'T SWING, AND DON'T DO **** I'LL KNOW HOW YOU'RE MADE, IMMA KNOW THAT ALL THAT **** YOU TALK IS JUST A MISNOMER. MY FINGERS GRIP MY HEART AS MUCH AS THEY GRIP FISTS. KNOW THAT IMMA CATCH YOU WITH A RIGHT HOOK FULL OF VEINS AND A MAGAZINE WITH YOUR NAME ON IT. CHECK ME, IMMA HIT UP SOMETHIN TONIGHT, IMMA BRING MY FISTS LIKE BURNERS, MAKE YOU FEEL THE FIRE OF HELL, CAUSE I'M ON THE EDGE, AND THIS GIRL ****** UP MY HEART, MY GRAMMA IS AT THE END OF HER ROPE, MY MAMA IS STILL POOR, MY SISTER STILL DOESN'T KNOW HERSELF, AND MY HOMIES ARE FAR AWAY, FARTHER THAN YOU CAN SEE, SO IMMA CHILL ON THIS PULSATING LEVEE.
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
NWA.
I TOLD THAT ************ TO SWING ON ME, TAKE A CHANCE MOTHEFUCKER, TAKE A CHANCE, I WANNA GET MY *** KICKED, LET ME CHILL HERE ON THE EARTH WHILE YOU STAND OVER ME, SPITTING AND DISSING. BUT WHEN I GET UP IMMA BE MAD ENOUGH TO SCREAM AND **** IMMA BE A MANIAC ON YOUR DOORSTEP, IMMA BE A ****** WITH NO CHANCES WHEN I'VE GOT THREE. SO WHEN YOU SWING ON ME ************ SWING ON ME AS YOU TRY AN CALL ME A ***** JUST KNOW THAT IMMA COME AT YOU WITH A THOUSAND GRENADES IN MY FINGERTIPS, AND WHEN YOU DON'T SWING, AND DON'T DO **** I'LL KNOW HOW YOU'RE MADE, IMMA KNOW THAT ALL THAT **** YOU TALK IS JUST A MISNOMER. MY FINGERS GRIP MY HEART AS MUCH AS THEY GRIP FISTS. KNOW THAT IMMA CATCH YOU WITH A RIGHT HOOK FULL OF VEINS AND A MAGAZINE WITH YOUR NAME ON IT. CHECK ME, IMMA HIT UP SOMETHIN TONIGHT, IMMA BRING MY FISTS LIKE BURNERS, MAKE YOU FEEL THE FIRE OF HELL, CAUSE I'M ON THE EDGE, AND THIS GIRL ****** UP MY HEART, MY GRAMMA IS AT THE END OF HER ROPE, MY MAMA IS STILL POOR, MY SISTER STILL DOESN'T KNOW HERSELF, AND MY HOMIES ARE FAR AWAY, FARTHER THAN YOU CAN SEE, SO IMMA CHILL ON THIS PULSATING LEVEE.
I see death around the corner.
Waverly
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Waverly
35/M/American
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
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