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This is a very explicite poem im gonna hit that ***** shes gonna be gushing blood from her stitches i can tell her whole bodies got twitches my nine is gonna make her whine that ***** better make my dome shine im gonna backhand that *** she better not **** with my head or shes gonna be in the streets and not in my bed ****** up a million times wish i could take it back but she has no right to make my anger snap and crack my hearts burning like the hot heat of a flame im gonna ***** this ***** up and wont have any shame i'll admit im an angel that cant sing sitting back and letting her do her thing feeling weak in my soul, body and mind got more potential then any producer could find got nowhere in life with her by my side but in my heart, she has left and died now the puddle of blood at the foot of my shoes theres no way that this far into it, i could lose but being madly in love has its disadvantages but for now that skanky ***** is in bandages
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
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This is a very explicite poem im gonna hit that ***** shes gonna be gushing blood from her stitches i can tell her whole bodies got twitches my nine is gonna make her whine that ***** better make my dome shine im gonna backhand that *** she better not **** with my head or shes gonna be in the streets and not in my bed ****** up a million times wish i could take it back but she has no right to make my anger snap and crack my hearts burning like the hot heat of a flame im gonna ***** this ***** up and wont have any shame i'll admit im an angel that cant sing sitting back and letting her do her thing feeling weak in my soul, body and mind got more potential then any producer could find got nowhere in life with her by my side but in my heart, she has left and died now the puddle of blood at the foot of my shoes theres no way that this far into it, i could lose but being madly in love has its disadvantages but for now that skanky ***** is in bandages
Inspired by that point of anger where you just want to punch something
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
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