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Aug 2020
Yo, yo. Hey listen! My name is Po

I may be slow but I gots flow, ‘case you didn’t know
Pay close attention / Here I go—to detention...

For cussing, & huffle-puffin’,
******, smoking the slytherin
Inhaling deep your doobie doo
Handcuffed to my bed, that ***** too.

If  you want your Biblical holies read,
Give to get Head,
Part your pages, A sea that‘s dead
(Yes way, through prophets says:
Let my peoples go!”)

Down in your downtown
before pounding sounds
of *** resound,  
In honeymoon suite, on carpet, plush
I’ll become a lush as you gush,
Lost angels in Sin City, The LA rush
Come drink up the flow, mines and yo’s.
Now you know I’m Po
Fosho
Just another lost soul, Oldboy MC
Got flow? come drink, smoking trees,
Sin city, Je suis. Fini.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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