Thursday, February 5, 2009

schmitty, you have crossed the line, ill spit better lines than your nursery rhymes. Don't be kind cause it is now my time. Waddle Waddle, someone please fondle, I'm gay but I'm ok, up Jen's ass where I stay, let's go play, with a dick, I hate pussy, but I eat it cause i need it, to play hooky. Play hooky, your really queer, it's just a lie like ythrowback coslett drinkin beer. Pour it out, down the sink, you'd rather suck dick, than eat pink, I heard it stinks, won't say names, put my dick in your sister and she came. So I'll explain, yes I'm fat, but I like cutty buddy, won't test roast beef like Matt...Atherton, I'm latherin a horses dick to fathom in. I'm chatterin, in yo ear, the king don dodda is here. From ATL, oppisite of the bay, where the girls are hood, not where the guys are gay. Come here and stay, once white now a true nigga, this sun got to my head, bout to pull the trigga, splurge on this ho, porno's over time to go.

1 Comments:

At February 7, 2009 at 11:02 PM , Blogger Chris said...

Impressive

 

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