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Sunday, January 23, 2011


i sprung it out of the dung yesterday morning
the headys were mourning,no hurting any more,just kedamine and open needle sours
her heart poured into my pimp chalace for hours until our mouths melted
into each others salvia incedents,
laced with way to much acid and amphedmaines snorted over the tips of switch blade match sticks
I wore a doctor doom mask only during naps,sleeping with a back pack full of rhymes and knots that were unloaded so its empty barrel could watch my back
some times i feel like im on a war path on an audio daily double duelin out my govermental scum rebuddles,listening to champion ship games threw headphones while only smoking in the tunnels.pittsburg rough and tumble,tramps goin ham,hum bums are humble till the night rolls around,thats when the wolves go out.
Pirate ships are all over the citys kid,you just have to know hot to hot wire,steer and use the peddles,no finger prints for the 6-UP to get ya,just more tequila shots and vomit. You can have anything in the world if you want to.

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