| Author | Topic: Pearcornpopetits |
Total Posts: 370
Member Since: 2017
Location: Don's Market |  posted Monday, January 21, 2019 11:53:56 PM 
Hi, hi PearCornPopeTits
u do suck
Medioke ish
U wuz peace so schemed
so I didnt poke kids
mad arrogant u duh beotch
you scream in a pink dress
barbaric yop wen u dunk tennis balls
Carlton wraps himself fresh
Fyi that was a toddler hoop
Mockery mosh you clean
Scott Weiland made great music
I appreciate that
sum closets catch a free pass
WE weighum out
Zall fair
Eclectic tall touch
Bi-polar electric wall up
wallop squash pinyatas
gots a lot a saw dust
wit the way my claw cut
She tight like a virgin
Muh brown muh don ma
Grow her lawn lah
natural forrest strong luck
Deep root her calm crutch
she'll get stronguhPartial IP: 224.194.89 |
Total Posts: 225
Member Since: 2018
Location: Philosophical Hip Hop | posted Tuesday, January 22, 2019 3:15:03 AM 
Since you want to set it off again okay check it...
E for effort found the tree,
St3v3 bark now a dead trunk.
Short sight got em hype,
Fool consider the long run.
Type'n at rare reckless dawg,
Must want his jaw stunned.
Take the plunge grimy sponge,
Imbecile scum civilly summed.
Ya scripts read so rushed,
Ours scroll a certified tongue.
Crush'n wit metric tons,
what have ya become agent no.1?
understand chump,
If u wasn't bald u'd have a man bun.
Trust ya steelo is trash,
Saw it live on Sanford & Son.
Make ya whole form teleport,
Diss u grab'n ya chest cry'n Eleanor.
You can do better boy.
Got cut up put'n ya dome piece,
too close to the propeller noise.
Metaphors blaze'n metal coils.
Cracked kettles never boil.
They play cool as night soil,
Splash'n St3bEN with holy oil.
Fire to the foil mysteries of toil.
Crack'n the codes of Conan Doyle.
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