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Stuff It Up

I was out wit me doopas. I was wailin' on a massive blunt. Feet up, eased up, havin' a blem time. All of a sudd'n, de fuzz comes out front. There's nowhere to hide. Gotta rid the scene of me stuff. Look back and de fuzz ain't der. Decide to take one last puff. De sirens start shriekin' Dey're almost here, no where to go. Do I stick me sliff in de ground? I stuff it up me nose. Sense of smell is lost from de heat. Feels like a fresh poptart was squeezed in me snout. De burning tingles, very bad, very bad. About to cry when de cops see me, no time to shout. He walks a little closer, I cringe. An island bwai wouldn't last in prison For de love of Zion, don't get caught. Finally we're face-to-face, I start pissin' De man looks down at de pool of piss He asks, "that's the hiding spot you chose?" He rips da spliff rite outta me snout. Dat's why you never stuff it up ya nose.
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Written by
dertybeatzfromdastreetz
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Dec 3, 2014
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Don't worry, dis didn't 'appen. It's just a joke you nutty kids.

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