what up ballers
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| From: st3vil | Posted: 13/10/2011 8:03:01 PM |
| ain't no need to seek it i am content, dream like content so unconscious, just me and my conscience runnin' with the mobb thangs livin to do odd things |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 20/10/2011 12:36:35 AM |
| everydays a nightmare every nights a bad dream the first love was the holocaust the outcomes just a death scene |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 26/10/2011 4:17:36 AM |
| when i start full n the mic migt bussssssss |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 28/10/2011 3:53:42 AM |
| have you forgotten down underground, are you lost in the beat jeffie got you laced up, he don't need to carry da heat my man plays dice for heads, he carries blank sheets when he writes youre name down, lesbians are moaning in heat that's how he clears shit, up, have you ever seen skeletons eat i stole this poem from clowns, a field drawn to bow in defeat when i ring these keys, our money drips on our feet his jingles will rock your babies to sleep |
| From: guwa | Posted: 28/10/2011 4:00:55 AM |
| no, I haven't, but thank you for asking 3266442 was here RIP original "guwa" account 09/09/08-03/26/09 |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 28/10/2011 4:33:34 AM |
| oc double post my rhymes |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 28/10/2011 7:28:00 PM |
| how, well do you know this place, and not just the crew let me map it out, bitches, it must some new tell, rules the ground ain't always flat, that should flame the snitches witches and men with stitches, reading weather from their phones or the girl in the background screaming like Home Alone double slaps to the face, double dutch was erased go home and smoke a cigarello, then slap your own race pink stars on your moms face, five to the eye in front of your own face, your eyes never lie you jack off to men, just do it and die the lines are running short, assisted suicide the number of real people reading this, abuse their lives with lies internet gold, that's what i keep inside internet silver, it's where you keep your prize-IZ |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 02/11/2011 10:13:06 PM |
| came here to read this old, friend, time and time again this means nothing to me, the world, is not my friend i cry for no reason, only alone, here comes my season another year without a home it means nothing to me, to insert my self- there, or here, or wealth, i am without a care, i do this in person, online, or radio i am a giant of words, a stew cooking ever so slow i hope for dinner tonight, but am too poor to eat please have my words, all i want is a seat i want none of your offers, or none of the drinks when the elevator goes up...do you have time to think? |
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