"cookiez" poems
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Hoes be everywhere yo
I soar above a city so naughty
Inside of my flying Bugatti
I land atop the cityscape
In fear of my **** getting *****
I slip my keister down the chimney
With a present prepared for lil' Timmy
As I reach the bottom my muscles freeze
And I realize there is no milk and cookiez
Bullets fly and my suit stains red
The cartel had found me and now I'm dead
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC