I'd rather have a hand count of friends.
Than a pocket-full of enemies.
Strength in numbers?
Oh my
fine, sweet ***
no.
They can
keep hatin'.
I have strength in myself.
No, need to count.
I got this.
Imma pack full flavored infamy.
So Put this
Crystal,
in your
pain-stained crack pipe
& shmoke it.
Until your wee, little brain
rots right out of
your hallowed out head.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
I'd rather have a hand count of friends.
Than a pocket-full of enemies.
Strength in numbers?
Oh my
fine, sweet ***
no.
They can
keep hatin'.
I have strength in myself.
No, need to count.
I got this.
Imma pack full flavored infamy.
So Put this
Crystal,
in your
pain-stained crack pipe
& shmoke it.
Until your wee, little brain
rots right out of
your hallowed out head.
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