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Beauty doesn't mean Pretty eyes Gettin all the guys Clear skin Stick thin Everyone. Everything.. Has beauty Beauty is skin deep The phrase is so cliche, yet so true Ignored by the ones who need it Beautiful soul Beautiful heart Beautiful personality That is the beauty in us God sees our true beauty, even if it's hidden from the world You can go through with a false understanding of the word, Or... You can choose to see the beauty that God has put into each and every one of our lives. The beauty of potential Beauty is a choice Not a fact.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
Beautiful
At the most recent party I went to I was only warm. The complete opposite of what I wanted to feel. And you said warm is ideal. Right? And I said no. **** the middle. I. Want. To. Burn. From the kind of dancing that makes your back sweat Hips swing From the Afro Latin beats Whine to the Caribbean dance hall music Naturally stepping without getting stepped on. Screaming in unison to the lyrics of a dumb top 40's song. Breaking my back to some nasty reggaeton Throwin it back to the 90's classic. OW! Gettin intimate body to body in a tasteful salsa. Baby baby baby you make me wana holla. I want to sweat! But no one's dancing. There's too much beer pong. And I'm warm, Only from alcohol. I'm leaving this party.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
Burning to burn
I've been dreamin' of you since I was a young woman... But I couldn't ever place your face to this man- as of yet... In my dreams, I'm walkin' alone on the beach in the early morning hours... I see this man strollin' along- All of a sudden; he starts runnin'- I soon realize he is comin' towards me- Approachin' me, he was smilin', as if he was in love... Then takin' me into his arms, he held me- like he'd never let go! We ended up spendin' the whole day together, just him and I; gettin' to know one another and explorin' the beach... As the sun was settin' he built an open fire- and we made unbelievable heavenly love; so full of passion and desire... He was everythin' I could dream of or want in my soulmate... As dreams come and go- they all must end... I'd wake up feelin' loved and confused, but rememberin' the best time of my life, yet never knowin' who this man was... I always thought this man had to be my husband- But it wasn't and as life happens, so does heartache! My dream with my mysterious love always continued- time after time, through out the years... Always the same man, the same beach; and we'd begin by gettin' to know one another even more- and always endin' just the same! Many mornings after- I'd lay there feelin' guilty; longin' for these dreams to be real... Always wonderin' 'who is this man?' But still not comin' up with an answer, never recognizin' his face... Over the last couple of years, I've been havin' this dream once again, but frequently... As I'd wake up- I've been rememberin' more features to my dream love- but yet to knowin' who he's been... And now gettin' to know you- I've been feelin', as if, we've already known each other, like we're soulmates! Over the last several days as I've dreamed of this man- I'm beginnin' to realize somethin'- I've been seein' you all along... I have no doubt that I've dreamed you into my life! I've been seein' you numerous times over the years, and up until recently only in my dreams- but as I look at pictures of you I know it's been you- I feel your presence with me... I know I must seem crazy, but I believe, I've been dreamin' of you most of my life... My Love; My Dream Soulmate... 2008 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
My Dream Soulmate~
I've been dreamin' of you since I was a young woman... But I couldn't ever place your face to this man- as of yet... In my dreams, I'm walkin' alone on the beach in the early morning hours... I see this man strollin' along- All of a sudden; he starts runnin'- I soon realize he is comin' towards me- Approachin' me, he was smilin', as if he was in love... Then takin' me into his arms, he held me- like he'd never let go! We ended up spendin' the whole day together, just him and I; gettin' to know one another and explorin' the beach... As the sun was settin' he built an open fire- and we made unbelievable heavenly love; so full of passion and desire... He was everythin' I could dream of or want in my soulmate... As dreams come and go- they all must end... I'd wake up feelin' loved and confused, but rememberin' the best time of my life, yet never knowin' who this man was... I always thought this man had to be my husband- But it wasn't and as life happens, so does heartache! My dream with my mysterious love always continued- time after time, through out the years... Always the same man, the same beach; and we'd begin by gettin' to know one another even more- and always endin' just the same! Many mornings after- I'd lay there feelin' guilty; longin' for these dreams to be real... Always wonderin' 'who is this man?' But still not comin' up with an answer, never recognizin' his face... Over the last couple of years, I've been havin' this dream once again, but frequently... As I'd wake up- I've been rememberin' more features to my dream love- but yet to knowin' who he's been... And now gettin' to know you- I've been feelin', as if, we've already known each other, like we're soulmates! Over the last several days as I've dreamed of this man- I'm beginnin' to realize somethin'- I've been seein' you all along... I have no doubt that I've dreamed you into my life! I've been seein' you numerous times over the years, and up until recently only in my dreams- but as I look at pictures of you I know it's been you- I feel your presence with me... I know I must seem crazy, but I believe, I've been dreamin' of you most of my life... My Love; My Dream Soulmate... 2008 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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[Chorus:] I make ******* insecure Ah, I make ******* insecure I make bitches's insecure It not my fault that I rock you ****** world [x2] [Verse 1] Hold up let me catch my breath Why you hoes jockin on me here gettin bread Pockets stay fat like I just won the menu Couldn't catch it open if I had no [?] click He neva met a ***** like me And he knew he couldn't have me So he told his ***** to get like me Miss pinky I'm rockin ****** world Call me bird cause I can **** on any nighaa and his girl Yea I'm cocky and ***** I got a reason Name one chick set trends all season Stay on my grind, cause you know yo girl the **** And I'm not like cream, but I can get yo nigha wet Everywhere I go I'm the center of attention, ****** tryna show off and get my attention Did I mention They call me miss distraction, Cause I can split a ***** from his ***** like a fraction [Chorus] [verse 2] Throw me my mic, no need for an intro Falen don't act like you don't know I mess it up stay jerkin, everyone must stare My steeze so hot it can straighten your hair Comin through like a raven, My jerkin videos, stay on dudes pages I'm that bomb nigha I'm nuclear Don't call me I'm like solar we stand out yea ***** we bright, skinny jeans Yea ***** we tight yup yup that's right So complex have the crowd restless While I'm yellin out we the baddest (we the baddest) No love honey Slap ****** and take they money I'm money hungry **** so lovely Flirt so EFF, ingggg DOPE .! ! [Chorus] [Verse 3] ***** *** ******* wanna talk **** Cause I'm that ***** And don't call me a bad ***** Call me a average ***** I'm badder I more than You hoes be lacking It's like I'm the teacher when I be rappin My flow so sick, when I'm done they start clappin I put a bullet through your chest ***** they up on me tryna **** with it Tryna get up in my ******* like I'm some kinda hoochie Don't **** a ***** ***** cause they all boogie boogie Yea and I'm 2 fly To **** with you No I'm 3 fly everbody know me know Yea an I'm so fly they be on me, on me. [Chorus] [Verse 4] Money money money Thats all I wrote I stay on top Your the water I'm the boat Alway a **** and never a *** I stay with mo plus ****** plus dough Young in the game but I ain't a little girl It jus take ten nigaas to rock my world Rock rock my world, yea rock my world So, I want you you you plus you Plus the boy back there lookin cute in the blue (You kinda cute) People hate me cause they can't do what I do Mean muggin I laugh at you I took you man then stole yo boo Blah blah it's true Heart so cold like a freakin igloo Got all these nighas like boo hoo And on these tracks I go cookoo
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Insecure
[Chorus:] I make ******* insecure Ah, I make ******* insecure I make bitches's insecure It not my fault that I rock you ****** world [x2] [Verse 1] Hold up let me catch my breath Why you hoes jockin on me here gettin bread Pockets stay fat like I just won the menu Couldn't catch it open if I had no [?] click He neva met a ***** like me And he knew he couldn't have me So he told his ***** to get like me Miss pinky I'm rockin ****** world Call me bird cause I can **** on any nighaa and his girl Yea I'm cocky and ***** I got a reason Name one chick set trends all season Stay on my grind, cause you know yo girl the **** And I'm not like cream, but I can get yo nigha wet Everywhere I go I'm the center of attention, ****** tryna show off and get my attention Did I mention They call me miss distraction, Cause I can split a ***** from his ***** like a fraction [Chorus] [verse 2] Throw me my mic, no need for an intro Falen don't act like you don't know I mess it up stay jerkin, everyone must stare My steeze so hot it can straighten your hair Comin through like a raven, My jerkin videos, stay on dudes pages I'm that bomb nigha I'm nuclear Don't call me I'm like solar we stand out yea ***** we bright, skinny jeans Yea ***** we tight yup yup that's right So complex have the crowd restless While I'm yellin out we the baddest (we the baddest) No love honey Slap ****** and take they money I'm money hungry **** so lovely Flirt so EFF, ingggg DOPE .! ! [Chorus] [Verse 3] ***** *** ******* wanna talk **** Cause I'm that ***** And don't call me a bad ***** Call me a average ***** I'm badder I more than You hoes be lacking It's like I'm the teacher when I be rappin My flow so sick, when I'm done they start clappin I put a bullet through your chest ***** they up on me tryna **** with it Tryna get up in my ******* like I'm some kinda hoochie Don't **** a ***** ***** cause they all boogie boogie Yea and I'm 2 fly To **** with you No I'm 3 fly everbody know me know Yea an I'm so fly they be on me, on me. [Chorus] [Verse 4] Money money money Thats all I wrote I stay on top Your the water I'm the boat Alway a **** and never a *** I stay with mo plus ****** plus dough Young in the game but I ain't a little girl It jus take ten nigaas to rock my world Rock rock my world, yea rock my world So, I want you you you plus you Plus the boy back there lookin cute in the blue (You kinda cute) People hate me cause they can't do what I do Mean muggin I laugh at you I took you man then stole yo boo Blah blah it's true Heart so cold like a freakin igloo Got all these nighas like boo hoo And on these tracks I go cookoo
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Well I drive the speed limit, When I'm on the blacktop, Because ya ain't gonna know, If yer gettin eyeballed by the cops. When I see the gravel, Comin' up around the bend, I turn the corner, hit the gas, And my tires start to spin. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. The gravel gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Kickin' up dust clouds. If it's rainin', you're complainin', About the mud and the muck, But ya know that I'll be playin, In my pickup truck. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. The mud gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Throwin mud around. When your rollin' around, On the ice and in the snow Sittin' in the ditch, your car don't wanna go. Who's the one ya call, To get ya unstuck, Ring-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling, Ya need my pickup truck. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. The winter gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Haulin' people 'round, Time to move is here, And I back up to your door. Packing out your things, Until my truck can't fit no more. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. Helpin' friends gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Helpin' friends movin' 'cross town I can't get enough, Of my pickup truck. If I had to do without it, then my life would **** Ya know my life would **** Without my pickup truck. I would feel like half a man, Without my pickup truck.
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 4:55 PM UTC
My Pickup Truck
Well I drive the speed limit, When I'm on the blacktop, Because ya ain't gonna know, If yer gettin eyeballed by the cops. When I see the gravel, Comin' up around the bend, I turn the corner, hit the gas, And my tires start to spin. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. The gravel gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Kickin' up dust clouds. If it's rainin', you're complainin', About the mud and the muck, But ya know that I'll be playin, In my pickup truck. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. The mud gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Throwin mud around. When your rollin' around, On the ice and in the snow Sittin' in the ditch, your car don't wanna go. Who's the one ya call, To get ya unstuck, Ring-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling, Ya need my pickup truck. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. The winter gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Haulin' people 'round, Time to move is here, And I back up to your door. Packing out your things, Until my truck can't fit no more. I get my get 'em up stuck, In my pickup truck. Helpin' friends gets my guages, goin' up, up, up. In my pickup truck, Ain't no slowin' me down. I love my pickup truck, Helpin' friends movin' 'cross town I can't get enough, Of my pickup truck. If I had to do without it, then my life would **** Ya know my life would **** Without my pickup truck. I would feel like half a man, Without my pickup truck.
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April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns Located in the dust Of the coming locust Live for survival, not for 'kicks' Be a bangtail describer, like of shrouded traveler in Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $ The Angry Hunger (hunger is anger) who fears the hungry feareth the angry) And so I came home To Golden far away Twas on the horizon Every blessed day As we rolled And we rolled From Donner tragic Pass Thru April in Nevada And out Salt City Way Into the dry Nebraskas And sad Wyomings Where young girls And pretty lover boys With Mickey Mantle eyes Wander under moons Sawing in lost cradle And Judge O Fasterc Passes whiggling by To ask of young love: ,,Was it the same wind Of April Plains eve that ruffled the dress Of my lost love Louanna In the Western Far off night Lost as the whistle Of the passing Train Everywhere West Roams moaning The deep basso - Vom! Vom! - Was it the same love Notified my bones As mortify yrs now Children of the soft Wyoming April night? Couldna been! But was! But was!' And on the prairie The wildflower blows In the night For bees & birds And sleeping hidden Animals of life. The Chicago Spitters in the spotty street Cheap beans, loop, Girls made eyes at me And I had 35 Cents in my jeans - Then Toledo Springtime starry Lover night Of hot rod boys And cool girls A wandering A wandering In search of April pain A plash of rain Will not dispel This fumigatin hell Of lover lane This park of roses Blue as bees In former airy poses In aerial O Way hoses No tamarand And figancine Can the musterand Be less kind Sol - Sol - Bring forth yr Ah Sunflower - Ah me Montana Phosphorescent Rose And bridge in fairly land I'd understand it all -
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Nebraska
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns Located in the dust Of the coming locust Live for survival, not for 'kicks' Be a bangtail describer, like of shrouded traveler in Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $ The Angry Hunger (hunger is anger) who fears the hungry feareth the angry) And so I came home To Golden far away Twas on the horizon Every blessed day As we rolled And we rolled From Donner tragic Pass Thru April in Nevada And out Salt City Way Into the dry Nebraskas And sad Wyomings Where young girls And pretty lover boys With Mickey Mantle eyes Wander under moons Sawing in lost cradle And Judge O Fasterc Passes whiggling by To ask of young love: ,,Was it the same wind Of April Plains eve that ruffled the dress Of my lost love Louanna In the Western Far off night Lost as the whistle Of the passing Train Everywhere West Roams moaning The deep basso - Vom! Vom! - Was it the same love Notified my bones As mortify yrs now Children of the soft Wyoming April night? Couldna been! But was! But was!' And on the prairie The wildflower blows In the night For bees & birds And sleeping hidden Animals of life. The Chicago Spitters in the spotty street Cheap beans, loop, Girls made eyes at me And I had 35 Cents in my jeans - Then Toledo Springtime starry Lover night Of hot rod boys And cool girls A wandering A wandering In search of April pain A plash of rain Will not dispel This fumigatin hell Of lover lane This park of roses Blue as bees In former airy poses In aerial O Way hoses No tamarand And figancine Can the musterand Be less kind Sol - Sol - Bring forth yr Ah Sunflower - Ah me Montana Phosphorescent Rose And bridge in fairly land I'd understand it all -
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Our family got the news today Our bubba's gettin' hitched Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen Got our boy bewitched He's sayin' that he loves her He's making her his bride She's the first to get him this close Though not too many tried We've got to get things ready Send invitations and make candles We've got to get the good jars out The one's that still have handles The minister is on alert We've got to make some shine Grandpa says he'll make some up But, it will not all be mine Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow This time there'll be no shotgun Like the last time for old Ben This time the guns are empty Not the way they were back then The banjos will be tuned up There'll be music in the air The cops won't try to stop it I think most will all be there The ladies will be planning Just how to serve up all the grub While Bubba has to find a suit And therein lies the rub He's never worn a suit at all Not even for a day He's only dressed in coveralls And that's how he's gonna stay Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow It'll be a **** dang doodle A hell of a good time It'll only be completed When they run out of the shine there'll be singing and some dancing Underneath the harvest moon We can't wait for it to happen It cannot come too soon There'll be readings from the bible Which the minister will read And as good holy Christians Everyone will heed There's sure to be some fighting Before the couple say "I do" I mean, they are both cousins I'm gonna go...aren't you? Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
Gonna be a redneck wedding
Our family got the news today Our bubba's gettin' hitched Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen Got our boy bewitched He's sayin' that he loves her He's making her his bride She's the first to get him this close Though not too many tried We've got to get things ready Send invitations and make candles We've got to get the good jars out The one's that still have handles The minister is on alert We've got to make some shine Grandpa says he'll make some up But, it will not all be mine Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow This time there'll be no shotgun Like the last time for old Ben This time the guns are empty Not the way they were back then The banjos will be tuned up There'll be music in the air The cops won't try to stop it I think most will all be there The ladies will be planning Just how to serve up all the grub While Bubba has to find a suit And therein lies the rub He's never worn a suit at all Not even for a day He's only dressed in coveralls And that's how he's gonna stay Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow It'll be a **** dang doodle A hell of a good time It'll only be completed When they run out of the shine there'll be singing and some dancing Underneath the harvest moon We can't wait for it to happen It cannot come too soon There'll be readings from the bible Which the minister will read And as good holy Christians Everyone will heed There's sure to be some fighting Before the couple say "I do" I mean, they are both cousins I'm gonna go...aren't you? Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
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cheap liquor to ya head ya drain the substance  from the bottle With them Vicky secrets on ya body’s lookin like model With your mind going numb its gettin so easy to swallow all them medals on the wall were gold plated and hollow Daddy lil princess raised inside an ivory tower Prince charming showed up and he amazed you with his power You gave him all your treasures he was gone within the hour Now the sweet lies that he told got your mouth tasting sour You singing Mirrior mirror on the wall Who's the most tainted of them all Your lipsticks smeared and mascara's faded Any price to feel love baby girl you know you paid it I met you one night and I tried to ease ya pain But you won't touch my black skin in fear it leaves a stain On that pretty Prada dress thats hanging off ya frame Crown of amethyst polluting your brain
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Princess
#STICK’EM UP with LIQUID NAILS DANGER ! EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE         See Other Caution on Back Panel: I’m hot for you Cowgirl – you’re so flammable my glue-gun starts to melt; my screwdriver starts twisting when you loosen that low-slung belt. You make me feel like laying re-bar in a freshly-poured foundation. Shoot me up with that caulk gun baby – I need you like salvation. Ten and one-half fluid ounces – pull off your top, pop a love-cap in me. Fingerin’ your trigger while the job is gettin’ bigger so take me for a ride to the hardware store, honey, cause I’m seeing red and feeling white on your golden background’s sheer delight.  Hammer me a heart-full, spike me on a cross of blonde, I’m hanging ten, surfing the tube of your magic wand. I’ve been in love ever since I first waterproofed my seamy undersides with you… stand over me in those red, red boots, you Liquid Nails Girl – and from your pure white Stetson let righteousness unfurl. You won the shoot-out long before you even drew, my dear. Lost hope of the Wild West, Final Frontal Feminine Frontier – there’s only one side of you…  your GOOD side.  Just one look and your fearless gaze silences the foes, my blooming prairie rose. YEE – HAW !  Be my angel, be my dream, my valentine rodeo queen, be my bodyguard, my therapist, long & tall & hard & wet – be my Liquid Nails Girl forever and I’ll ride right into your sunset…
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Owed to a Caulk Gun
Hustle hard remix freestyle by : junior (Rap) Yea young junior baby Work hard, get paid Put foods on the table Pay bills for my parents My daughter need a kandle ***** I can't handle Imma hustle hard If you **** stop me I will **** you up Snap my fingers and money come to me ******* im the boss That what I do I'm so addict to money like honey ***** Imma making raining on this hoes ******* bend over and touch your toes Get rich or dying trying ******* I told my dad if I didn't make money Imma die trying My daughter is my inspiration Her smile is my motivation ******* are not my level I see them pedal their bike I'm on my Lamborghini niggas I see my ***** kimbo Watzup ***** how are u doing 50 cent said, hey homie swish your style up but if they hate let the money pile up. **** all my ****** Yea kisss my *** I just miss your funny jokes If you keep talkin **** behind my back Imma come and choke you ****** ******* I'm not playing I'm gettin money like 50cent You *** hoes I'm ************* ***** ***** ****** say, yo jr **** this ***** Yea imma do that **** While my daughter swimming with the fish I call her mermaid ****** I'm making money money You ****** ******* ***** ***** ************ ****** wat wrong with this haters I used to chase ***** until my dad told to chase money ***** ain't my time Bro, it good tho I'm wearing bing chain until girls call me **** while ****** hate on me Let them hate but they can't touch me Let me take you in the past When I was a kid I love big things Big cars, big house, big ***** and big **** Dad asked me, son what your fave car I said, Lamborghini He said, **** son this **** is expensive I said, dad I got this To all this ****** shot my bro cause he was tryin to get money to feed his daughter **** you, I'm here to **** you up I'm your ****** nightmare If you try to get money Imma come to rob you and **** you Show no love cause love will get you **** that what 50cent say All day I'm right here I'm not goin nowhere Imma hustle hard until I died God forgives but I don't ******
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Hustle hard remix
Hustle hard remix freestyle by : junior (Rap) Yea young junior baby Work hard, get paid Put foods on the table Pay bills for my parents My daughter need a kandle ***** I can't handle Imma hustle hard If you **** stop me I will **** you up Snap my fingers and money come to me ******* im the boss That what I do I'm so addict to money like honey ***** Imma making raining on this hoes ******* bend over and touch your toes Get rich or dying trying ******* I told my dad if I didn't make money Imma die trying My daughter is my inspiration Her smile is my motivation ******* are not my level I see them pedal their bike I'm on my Lamborghini niggas I see my ***** kimbo Watzup ***** how are u doing 50 cent said, hey homie swish your style up but if they hate let the money pile up. **** all my ****** Yea kisss my *** I just miss your funny jokes If you keep talkin **** behind my back Imma come and choke you ****** ******* I'm not playing I'm gettin money like 50cent You *** hoes I'm ************* ***** ***** ****** say, yo jr **** this ***** Yea imma do that **** While my daughter swimming with the fish I call her mermaid ****** I'm making money money You ****** ******* ***** ***** ************ ****** wat wrong with this haters I used to chase ***** until my dad told to chase money ***** ain't my time Bro, it good tho I'm wearing bing chain until girls call me **** while ****** hate on me Let them hate but they can't touch me Let me take you in the past When I was a kid I love big things Big cars, big house, big ***** and big **** Dad asked me, son what your fave car I said, Lamborghini He said, **** son this **** is expensive I said, dad I got this To all this ****** shot my bro cause he was tryin to get money to feed his daughter **** you, I'm here to **** you up I'm your ****** nightmare If you try to get money Imma come to rob you and **** you Show no love cause love will get you **** that what 50cent say All day I'm right here I'm not goin nowhere Imma hustle hard until I died God forgives but I don't ******
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i like informality beer straight outta the bottle pizza for breakfast wearing a shirt 3 times before washing it doing dishes by hand reading old birthday cards   stayin up til 2 even though i have to be up at 8 bonfires backroads gettin lost on the way to a bonfire because i took a backroad going to a bar on a tuesday night and kissin a stranger because i'm drunk and lonely and through the years i've aquired a taste for whiskey on lips. and.. wasn't that always the point?
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
informality
Tired eyes. Tired of the cries. Tired of the lies. Sick of the deciet. Sick of the defeat. Taking no for an answer, but I've still been beat. Less beats to my heart, a slow and rapid start. The faster it goes as the pain begins to show. Can't cover it up no more, everything is out. Wired mouth, cant speak the truth. Trapped in a box. But I'm slowly gettin loose. Bull dog, I broke out.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Tired
is like no other early morning, man reborn, in the delivery room of sky blue, the offsetting water deeper bluish hue, the trim-all-around of the mixed salad greens of the staff's scrubs as they usher in unity,  with no imp-unity, the risks, while the supervisory sky, disperses cumulus clouds in peppercorn patterns of white chains, or big wide solitary brushstrokes on a a ****** canvas, gettin' the feel in the palm of the heft of brush, the viscosity of the paint, the day's palette reflecting available colors in order to create a uni~cued original of what has been painted an uncountable times before, and before… tho short weighted, was the sleep of the prior night's restful, he awakes to the early morning light, the sounds of early island rouse him, even, arouse him, for the August chill foretells of the early onset of memory loss of the peculiarities of this summered simmering, human warming and baking and natural braking of the slowing of the heart rate, to better accommodate, nature's hints and hidden reminiscences of the true purpose of the summer's intervention upon our collective and unique bottling, our individualized containers, un~lidded, uncovered, eager for the fuel of sunrays replenish- ing the length of our lives by the elixir of the summer it is a chill 63 Fahrenheit at this time of day as we crossover to the nigh day, from the cooling air conditions of dark, the occasional helicopter intrudes upon the morning's calm, the water placid, the geese honking regarding my watchful rewarding presence, a slew, a bevy, of female vocalists, to ease this transitory performance unfolding, and though one feels the existential of his solitary singularity, as he thinks, nay believes, he is the only one in attendance at this ritualized emergence, he takes in the cool of, the heat of, the admixture of both, the clashing integers of each, and he, fully invigorated, goes silent, for once more, he has uncovered new combinations of old words to accept and describe a new day's creation, miracle of miraculous, defying the odds of this ventures's success, his own continuance  on this sheltered but open all around island implanted tween two tines of land, as if all the surroundings were created just to protect this, wholly holy place… 7:00am Silver Beach Shelter Island Aug 19 2025
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
this particular day...
is like no other early morning, man reborn, in the delivery room of sky blue, the offsetting water deeper bluish hue, the trim-all-around of the mixed salad greens of the staff's scrubs as they usher in unity,  with no imp-unity, the risks, while the supervisory sky, disperses cumulus clouds in peppercorn patterns of white chains, or big wide solitary brushstrokes on a a ****** canvas, gettin' the feel in the palm of the heft of brush, the viscosity of the paint, the day's palette reflecting available colors in order to create a uni~cued original of what has been painted an uncountable times before, and before… tho short weighted, was the sleep of the prior night's restful, he awakes to the early morning light, the sounds of early island rouse him, even, arouse him, for the August chill foretells of the early onset of memory loss of the peculiarities of this summered simmering, human warming and baking and natural braking of the slowing of the heart rate, to better accommodate, nature's hints and hidden reminiscences of the true purpose of the summer's intervention upon our collective and unique bottling, our individualized containers, un~lidded, uncovered, eager for the fuel of sunrays replenish- ing the length of our lives by the elixir of the summer it is a chill 63 Fahrenheit at this time of day as we crossover to the nigh day, from the cooling air conditions of dark, the occasional helicopter intrudes upon the morning's calm, the water placid, the geese honking regarding my watchful rewarding presence, a slew, a bevy, of female vocalists, to ease this transitory performance unfolding, and though one feels the existential of his solitary singularity, as he thinks, nay believes, he is the only one in attendance at this ritualized emergence, he takes in the cool of, the heat of, the admixture of both, the clashing integers of each, and he, fully invigorated, goes silent, for once more, he has uncovered new combinations of old words to accept and describe a new day's creation, miracle of miraculous, defying the odds of this ventures's success, his own continuance  on this sheltered but open all around island implanted tween two tines of land, as if all the surroundings were created just to protect this, wholly holy place… 7:00am Silver Beach Shelter Island Aug 19 2025
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You know how the Lorax spoke for the trees? I feel the need to speak for my four-year-old niece. Not because she can't speak -- she can and rarely stops once she starts -- but because there are certain concepts time has yet to grant her. So until time does, I got you covered, Lucy. Mommy, you call it the "poetry" of a child's sleep, ohh 'n ahh, she's so, so sweet, I call it child's "pose." Not the yoga neither. I'm posing and rolling and cooing biding time until you're tripping on the Ambien retreating to a dream. You're only reprieve. 'Cause when your *** is asleep, I be mixing up the Play-doh, red and yellow, black and white, 'till it's 50 shades of brown, alright? Dirt pies from the backyard, put 'em by the brownies in the morning world-weary in your pajamys Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Over my shoulder, drinking from a thermos -- stumble in your step mean you gettin' nervous-- hand me piece of paper and two crayons macaroni orange and swamp water liaisons these coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. These coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. "Color outside the lines, eh Lucy? don't play by the rules," my Mommy say, but I been around long enough to know dat 'dese rules pay. Outside the lines?  Is just uh sloppy. Been outside the club in front of the line with my fellow shawties. Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Chicken and fries three meals-a-day. Chocolate milk three meals-a-day. Tricycle boys three wheels away. Hands on your hips can't make me stay. Lego blocks lodged in your skull. I've hid the Advil. The Dayquil. Drank the Nyquil though. Alright, alright, time to get confessional. All my ***** accidents are intentional. I melt my own Barbies to feel alive. Snort glue sticks just to get hella high. Mommy, you've got a messy ketchup face. Mommy, you've got spiders in your hair. Mommy, you've got ****** on your pants. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Bi-otch. Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain?
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
Wrecking Ball Freestyle (For Lucy Claire)
You know how the Lorax spoke for the trees? I feel the need to speak for my four-year-old niece. Not because she can't speak -- she can and rarely stops once she starts -- but because there are certain concepts time has yet to grant her. So until time does, I got you covered, Lucy. Mommy, you call it the "poetry" of a child's sleep, ohh 'n ahh, she's so, so sweet, I call it child's "pose." Not the yoga neither. I'm posing and rolling and cooing biding time until you're tripping on the Ambien retreating to a dream. You're only reprieve. 'Cause when your *** is asleep, I be mixing up the Play-doh, red and yellow, black and white, 'till it's 50 shades of brown, alright? Dirt pies from the backyard, put 'em by the brownies in the morning world-weary in your pajamys Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Over my shoulder, drinking from a thermos -- stumble in your step mean you gettin' nervous-- hand me piece of paper and two crayons macaroni orange and swamp water liaisons these coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. These coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. "Color outside the lines, eh Lucy? don't play by the rules," my Mommy say, but I been around long enough to know dat 'dese rules pay. Outside the lines?  Is just uh sloppy. Been outside the club in front of the line with my fellow shawties. Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Chicken and fries three meals-a-day. Chocolate milk three meals-a-day. Tricycle boys three wheels away. Hands on your hips can't make me stay. Lego blocks lodged in your skull. I've hid the Advil. The Dayquil. Drank the Nyquil though. Alright, alright, time to get confessional. All my ***** accidents are intentional. I melt my own Barbies to feel alive. Snort glue sticks just to get hella high. Mommy, you've got a messy ketchup face. Mommy, you've got spiders in your hair. Mommy, you've got ****** on your pants. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Bi-otch. Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain?
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Why'd you take it My heart and break it? I'm in every scene of a hometown love sleepy streetlights shedding the light of every bright and broken down dream Drinking a few back when I knew you our tearsoaked memories **** really loved that view speakers playing loud country love songs in the back of an ol' Ford truck and hoping you'll be in luck painted toes hanging off the tailgate as your hands trying to 'round home plate bet Daddy's gonna be mad again lost in all the crazy of our dreams mending our clipped & broken wings somewhere in the hot sunshine Faded shirt coming down your shoulder Cuz' she says she's gettin' colder You and I, were just a little older now That homemade, hometown love still playing me back... to the last days of that summer. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
"Scenes Of A Hometown Love"
For real, keep it on loop I dig it a lot, like mama’s corn soup You feelin’ me, hearing that tune Or maybe I’m in the wrong room Get up on it, know what I mean Jammin’ on hot scones with cream This song needs to tell our life stories We all have battles forever in our lives When you hear the sound of pop pop, oh no Kids gettin’ shot for a pair of shoes in Chicago Tough neighbourhood street Corrupt badges on the beat Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear Come out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more, forget ‘bout toys Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys They aren’t speakin’ our language Let’s get the hell outta there, somewhere tranquil Day by day, lets see if we can crack the code Try placing ones thoughts in a brand new abode For better or worse, it’s up to you, not your corner crew We grew up thinking we had to listen, who knew Step outside the hood, look around, don’t be shy Then buy a one-way Greyhound ticket, say bye bye At the start it might feel hard, but give it a chance You’ll be surprised what you find, just take that first glance Tough neighbourhood street Corrupt badges on the beat Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear Come out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more, forget ‘bout toys Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Crack The Code
For real, keep it on loop I dig it a lot, like mama’s corn soup You feelin’ me, hearing that tune Or maybe I’m in the wrong room Get up on it, know what I mean Jammin’ on hot scones with cream This song needs to tell our life stories We all have battles forever in our lives When you hear the sound of pop pop, oh no Kids gettin’ shot for a pair of shoes in Chicago Tough neighbourhood street Corrupt badges on the beat Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear Come out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more, forget ‘bout toys Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys They aren’t speakin’ our language Let’s get the hell outta there, somewhere tranquil Day by day, lets see if we can crack the code Try placing ones thoughts in a brand new abode For better or worse, it’s up to you, not your corner crew We grew up thinking we had to listen, who knew Step outside the hood, look around, don’t be shy Then buy a one-way Greyhound ticket, say bye bye At the start it might feel hard, but give it a chance You’ll be surprised what you find, just take that first glance Tough neighbourhood street Corrupt badges on the beat Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear Come out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more, forget ‘bout toys Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys
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*** *** *** Big ***** *** ***** so big It knocking on your door Hoes going low Pay checks gettin higher *** better cool off, ******* *** is on fire
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Love song
Watchin' bikinis as they stroll, they show a lot of skin, but not much soul. You're out of your league boy, but that's OK. Tomorrow could be your lucky day. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together, till my skin turns into leather, down on the Redneck Riviera. "4x4s" sportin' bars-n-stars. Ball caps and tank tops, their hittin' the bars. Tattoos gettin ********* scarin' "tourys" away. It's alright Ma tomorrow's a beach day. And if you ain't a "toury" you're runnin' from your past. FBI, DEA or maybe the IRS. Past wives, past lives, AWOL. Everybody knows you here, but no one will tell. Non-com fly-boys with their Amerasian wives, bringin' 'em to America, given 'em better lives. Some stay together, but others will roam. They'll hit the street for money like they did back home. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together. Frankly Scarlet I don't give a **** about Tara. I'm down on the Redneck Riviera.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Down On The Redneck Riviera
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night Hands on the wheel, uhh, **** that Life for me is just **** and brews See the hoes flock to you when your name is Q Am I over-faded? Hell yeah it's true Turn a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do See this Top Dawg in heat, but I'm a **** the world I'mma be on tunes 'til God re-furls You sat me down, I'm still tryna get higher You looked at me stupid when I twisted the fire Meanwhile my ***** drunk as **** A ***** ****** up, we all ****** up You done ****** up, I brought more blunts Smoke back to up, you ****** know what's up Too **** high, can't stand myself I love drunk driving, man I'm something else Heat on my side, you're more than welcome to melt I'm 'bout to finish a pound, you're more welcome to help **** and brews, **** and brews Life for me is just **** and brews I ****** her once, then I could **** her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might **** tonight Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin' ***** once again It's the pretty ********** with a 40 ounce of brew My ***** Q and we drunker than a ***** We gettin' millis ********** yeah, uh ***** **** and brews, unbelieveable Got a freak or two, in my vehicle Got the purple drink, got the yellow drink Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope Little bit of smoke, little coke Little **** when they on them pills Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels And I keep the illest, trillest ******* while I'm swaggin' it Crush a bit, little bit, that's my pursuit of happiness If I ****** her once, then I could **** her twice If I ****** her twice, I might change her life If I change her life she might hit my **** We could have a some and we could round it off with three Her, Mary, and me, I'll keep it strictly G My philosophy upon living right ***** **** and brews, and head every night Hope the ***** nice, cause I'mma fight the ***** Beat it down and **** I be clowning with Black Hippy crew, how swag am I Be the reason why, she wanna drown my **** But I soon realized, she was super dry No paper planes, the Vegas will fly Don't act surprised, too much Loc inside Let's get stupid high, to where I can't reply Love smokin' dope, I won't compromise
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Hands on the Wheel
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night Hands on the wheel, uhh, **** that Life for me is just **** and brews See the hoes flock to you when your name is Q Am I over-faded? Hell yeah it's true Turn a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do See this Top Dawg in heat, but I'm a **** the world I'mma be on tunes 'til God re-furls You sat me down, I'm still tryna get higher You looked at me stupid when I twisted the fire Meanwhile my ***** drunk as **** A ***** ****** up, we all ****** up You done ****** up, I brought more blunts Smoke back to up, you ****** know what's up Too **** high, can't stand myself I love drunk driving, man I'm something else Heat on my side, you're more than welcome to melt I'm 'bout to finish a pound, you're more welcome to help **** and brews, **** and brews Life for me is just **** and brews I ****** her once, then I could **** her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might **** tonight Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin' ***** once again It's the pretty ********** with a 40 ounce of brew My ***** Q and we drunker than a ***** We gettin' millis ********** yeah, uh ***** **** and brews, unbelieveable Got a freak or two, in my vehicle Got the purple drink, got the yellow drink Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope Little bit of smoke, little coke Little **** when they on them pills Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels And I keep the illest, trillest ******* while I'm swaggin' it Crush a bit, little bit, that's my pursuit of happiness If I ****** her once, then I could **** her twice If I ****** her twice, I might change her life If I change her life she might hit my **** We could have a some and we could round it off with three Her, Mary, and me, I'll keep it strictly G My philosophy upon living right ***** **** and brews, and head every night Hope the ***** nice, cause I'mma fight the ***** Beat it down and **** I be clowning with Black Hippy crew, how swag am I Be the reason why, she wanna drown my **** But I soon realized, she was super dry No paper planes, the Vegas will fly Don't act surprised, too much Loc inside Let's get stupid high, to where I can't reply Love smokin' dope, I won't compromise
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The devil is knockin' cracking up whilst you're talking all your words are gettin' slurred too bad your pleas of mercy shall not be heard You'll pay for all the hurt you'll sink down in the dirt "Curse you devil!" down with you down to the herd of all the other evils hell bears
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Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 9:36 AM UTC
Devil is a 'knockin
150 down a main road Ditched the 5'O ****** off, angry Him running his mouth's the only music playing Different dealers on hold Oh baby, please don't lose control I've gambled makin money (in not so good ways) lots in my time, & each time I did it, made myself a pretty dime But this round fella's This games gettin old Drop my cards to the table I'm out I fold.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
My Bad Boy Highschool Love Story/The End of Chemical Days
People people                          they go around like pigs                          showcasing their fancy suits                          proclamating the biggest trend Jewelry, then food, then them big fast automobiles Those are the priorities by order Getting greedy Getting fat Gettin' Gettin' GETTIN'                                                                   In a monstruous ball of meat!                                  With a monstruous will of plastic!                                  Monstruously stupid!                                               Monstruous,                                               monstruous... I'm gettin' tired But I'm afraid, They are just getting started.
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Capitalistic will of fools
touch you on your lips feel it between your hips ******* on your neck making you wet what do you expect giving me what you get feeling what you feeling moaning back to screaming we ****** as hard as feening feels so good it's revealing emotions we concealing can't get enough of this wettin up your mattress ****** as we climb this gettin high of your highness blowing my mind leaving me mindless as long as its you, I dont mind this
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
Highness
i was looking at you and thought it would be fun to shoot you in the *** and use a big gun you shook your **** hips and said do me in bed you pursed your pretty lips and said i like to be dead how do you figure i'll look good when i splatter please pull the trigger and watch my skull shatter no not in the head id rather shoot you in the belly please, baby, i said you know i love jelly you prefer stench to a hole in the skull whats wrong with you are you really that dull ok lets compromise a bullet in the **** wow that will hurt i will scream i will grunt i'm getting the fits i'm upset just a tad i'll shoot off your **** before i get mad alright honey let's make it fun ill open my legs you shoot the big gun i shot her once she ****** my **** i did her again she went into shock i'm not dead yet but i'm starting to fry whew i am really wet but when will i die soon darlin do you think you can *** i'm tryin hard love but i'm gettin pretty numb i shot her and shot her she spassed and she lurked i cumed in her mouth then she died when she ****** i kissed her good by she was **** to die i ****** her some more and went to the shore now she's dead i'm in a bad mood layen in bed i'm starting to brood two days later i met someone new she said i like guns what about you? i walked outside i started to cry she kissed my mouth and said im ready to die i fell on the ground ready to scream what a merry go round what a ***** dream :)
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Shootin Poem..... ****