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Jan 2013
I dont look like Handy to you..but its like you draw a face on a ball and call me Wilson...don't think i don't know about your sin...I learned a lot in this world from ****** women...And you aint different...No You aint know saint...hold your complaints...they gon have to wait...You gonna listen to me I ain't no fake...I don't love them..we aint close friends...Im just a man..I know aint no Wilson......The best friend you ever had...Cuz he gives you what you need...until hes all up in your face and his air start to decrease...and his lips start to wear off and eyes disappear...because Your not the only women on the island this year...So whos Handy now...putting your feelings down...I mean I'm just me and he, hes not around...so which one do you want? the Ball you can control...or the man that ***** up..you already Know...You just fakin tho...remember this aint the first time I been a tool...that women wanted to use..A screwdriver thats no Handy...But used by all the Ladies......ps. not lately -Sign A ****** Super Hero
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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