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Guardians deem it spectacular feeding their young a profanic vernacular satan smiles as the Reaper reaps Gangsters fly Boogie Woogie Bang Bang Die.. The devil in a crook parents in a creek The child is dead the POOR community weeps.
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Profanic vernacular.
Arteries at the behest A warranted regality normed By visualisation of a trashcan kind
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
**** life
You know it's near the end when the pope atones for abuse of children, by Catholics. They're all about deceit. And wouldn't the idea of what atonement is be defined by the abused? I wonder if they have to kiss his ring. Then he slips them some disease, so they can go to the hospital...which are all ran by Catholics. You can't make this **** up.
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Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 3:14 PM UTC
You know it's the end when...
They do have a lot to be sorrowful about their dark mindset understandable those that grow and wrinkle in the blink of an eye hirsute till even the females spot moustaches and beards and most males are gifted with little sausages and no great stamina in use education is optional and ignorance rules ok the painted hues are catching up while hometown losers are busking begging money its all going south for them so its blame game all the way so they make it up as they crawl along hiding their shame in foreign tags and their cowardice in numbers too dumb and weak to excel they seek refuge in bullying as if we haven't got their measures and know they bathe only once a week at most my, my! they do have a shedload to lament their miseries plain to see so please excuse their puerile defensive scrabbling's   they are poor in heads in pockets and in their minds
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Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
Downtown ruskies......
Sophisticated elegance Pornographic decadence Psychedelic trip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Hot spots undiscovered History recovered Dig in and take a dip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Darkness in the daytime Sunlight cleans the slime It's easier to grip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Tales of olden Hollywood Hangers on and hoods Changing what is hip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip Sophisticated Decadence Pornographic Elegance The Chateau for a nip The past, present and future Of what is the Sunset Strip
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Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
Sunset Strip
. Bonnie & Clyde You held my hart in your hands and my soul in your mouth, we watched the moon slip through the dark knight, A lullaby of blood and sticky labels, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We sang to the pound of the engine, you lay your head in my lap, so sweet so simple, you toyed with the coins in my pocket, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We danced to the backdrop of yellow fields, spattered with red confetti, shookhands with the devil, all dressed in rags, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. The devil he has taken me, and I can't run no more, No more sinning or stealing, for now my life is done; you can't save me, You can't teach me right from wrong, No more sinning, No more stealing, For now this soul has gone. Ten cops, camera and a smile, Photo for a trophy, V8 Ford full of holes, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Bonnie & Clyde
. Bonnie & Clyde You held my hart in your hands and my soul in your mouth, we watched the moon slip through the dark knight, A lullaby of blood and sticky labels, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We sang to the pound of the engine, you lay your head in my lap, so sweet so simple, you toyed with the coins in my pocket, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home. We danced to the backdrop of yellow fields, spattered with red confetti, shookhands with the devil, all dressed in rags, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde. The devil he has taken me, and I can't run no more, No more sinning or stealing, for now my life is done; you can't save me, You can't teach me right from wrong, No more sinning, No more stealing, For now this soul has gone. Ten cops, camera and a smile, Photo for a trophy, V8 Ford full of holes, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.
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Look at all these wannabe gangsters Terrorising our streets That one's wearing camouflage trousers Just wait till you hear him speak 'Dems bear skills mate' 'Can you lend me fifty bar?' He sounds like he's from Los Angeles Doing time in the yard But he's not He still lives at home with his mum And his pregnant girlfriend And he's under the thumb You see them outside Tesco But they're not shopping for pesto Let's go They've seen the old bill He's known around this town For selling dodgy pills Guns, knives and slang That's what you need If you wanna be in their gang No education Just a stolen Playstation And don't forget the **** Even on a school night They're out doing speed You'll see 'em in the park With a bottle of cider Then they'll start On a poor old-timer Tracky bottoms And a Burberry hat Chav fashion Cause they think they're all that But the funny thing is They don't have a clue They don't think like Me or you They think that they're rap stars Dreaming of fast cars But they're just wankers More like 'wannabe gangsters'
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Wannabe Gangsters
Maybe thugs aren’t shooters, They all need to decompress. Calling themselves gangsters, Never should they be blessed. Thugs don’t get all their girls, They pay them just big bucks. Killing like they own all worlds, Murdering with all their Glocks. Blood gangs, where are the Crips? Crip gangs, where is the Bloods? They are fake owning their cribs, Murdering just to own any goods. Gangsters don’t own their swags, It’s the Rap Game, it’s the G Code. They rob and steal, filling all bags, Man, these gangsters seem all old!
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Gangsters
Hood isn't getting money and chicks Its not what they show on the flicks Its pain, death, and the struggle to survive Its waking up And praying to god that you stay alive That walk down the street Could be your very last It could easily be taken By someone wanting your cash Y'all may not even read this Y'all may not even care But if you do I'm just trying to make you aware So before you sling dope Thinking its cool Remember there are real gangsters That won't think twice about ending you
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
What Hood Really Is