Author: Kapers aka burna [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 09:11:29 09/22/03 Mon
extreme mood measures, rude pleasures, blue levers, off that ox,no rocks, splat my mind erases any feelin, murderin lives from laced dealin,soul stealin, Im reelin in death just like its life, take ur last breath, feel my knife,this is a test, and I might,bite, on the line like a fish hooked, that white I cooked right for them pipes, snipe me shiiit Im bustin first,my spirit cursed,my war stories be the worst, make stomachs turn and hursts,snakes and worms hauntin my dreams, damn my life it seems, Im walkin dead, steadily stalkin heads, to stack papes, just to waste, on my tastes and addictions, semi automatic convictions, stoppin my shakes, your blood I taste, thug life Im faced, with the crueshal thought of takin myself out, but I dont doubt, that the cravin will fade away, some fucked up day, so I stay crackin what Im packin, a 380 and a magnum, hollow tips and talons,
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