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On Drugs Stop, drop and roll, stripper dancing on a pole, missing the toilet bowl, having no self-control. Drinking morning coffee, inside hotel lobby, seconds that are sloppy, that's my favorite hobby. Being super drunk, more than a skunk, ***** has shrunk, ****** rock is called punk. Smoking last cigarette, withdrawal is a threat, I still prefer a cassette, will always be in debt. Eating eggs with some ham, with my good friend Sam, will never eat a yam, but will snort a gram. This is a big mistake, putting **** in my cake, on your head is a snake, it's time for a break. Can't stop the giggle, deep ********* a pickle, boy it sure does tickle, mystery wrapped in a riddle. Shot ****** in the park, dozing off in the dark, my arm has a giant mark, needle bites like a shark. Smoked me some killer crack, teeth rotting and turning black, I cut myself no slack, smoked **** and had a heart attack. Now I'm as dead as a door nail, my parents, I sure did fail, can you believe I graduated Yale, death sure does beats jail.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
On Drugs
On Drugs Stop, drop and roll, stripper dancing on a pole, missing the toilet bowl, having no self-control. Drinking morning coffee, inside hotel lobby, seconds that are sloppy, that's my favorite hobby. Being super drunk, more than a skunk, ***** has shrunk, ****** rock is called punk. Smoking last cigarette, withdrawal is a threat, I still prefer a cassette, will always be in debt. Eating eggs with some ham, with my good friend Sam, will never eat a yam, but will snort a gram. This is a big mistake, putting **** in my cake, on your head is a snake, it's time for a break. Can't stop the giggle, deep ********* a pickle, boy it sure does tickle, mystery wrapped in a riddle. Shot ****** in the park, dozing off in the dark, my arm has a giant mark, needle bites like a shark. Smoked me some killer crack, teeth rotting and turning black, I cut myself no slack, smoked **** and had a heart attack. Now I'm as dead as a door nail, my parents, I sure did fail, can you believe I graduated Yale, death sure does beats jail.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
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