pissed ill peach

minutia, shoulder wing up these goods, get kids to weep
sweep up the rakes, tent stakes, and mope the streets
tense snake pop the gleek on your fistful of whiskey leads
risky beats, hyena shakes, beam out crypt you get to sleep
if you getting girly get the leaf, hernia, you don't get to leave
i should have warned you young and early at pistol pete
get you tripping like a treat cuz you tricked under the reed
red tight and bitter blue get shoes you fixed your feet, defeat
lift the metal titor with the titans like tyrant eat your food
think it's best to bust spite like spiderman with peter tudes
lacking strings, tongue leak, each shoe go creep a noose
i might have to go doggystyle yo bitch and tint it clued
you getting shewed while beasts like me mole up the shrew
hold up the crew we throw up the cruise and keep it new
threats extinct like dreads in stinks i've threaded shrinks
tweed on twine or rhino green with elephant head of glyphs

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good post... I didn't understand a lot of the references but the flow was there and it was short and sweet. You're good I would like to see and learn more.

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yeah, yes, no, nah, now i knockout the guff volcano for the basters
take a hit for a plato, back with silly puddy fay goes, copy pasters
you ain't bong obama, take a pick and peek the clean slide on haters
i hose your ass up like yo mama, with the hoe down on the green side
cake lean creed cut, apollo, breed out the kitty cat sea skies later
flip your districts to warrants, no honor, bluegrass on bee's hides
tripping out with the free time, such as flexing on my bane nose
break bones for fillet scopes, hi man, i'm away, gone, 2 park shaker
blades broke, take it to the yucking, straight smoke, change tones
scrape off your tombstone and earp jerks like young halliday's home
ok? aiight? don't say so, you shouldn't speak, brazen talk to jewels
i'm fighting to bake up the jail cell, bucking, hot santana no juelz
i'm pop montana no hannah, but i waltz around the graves dizzy
i said i'm bout my waves, crispy, i got that great jazz, gillespie
grateful dead no jerry, i drank shams for the pain from my sherries
i love to sit up on my chair and stay throne off the little cherries

Nah I’m tired... now I got to sit here and squirm for them too? You good and we fine but I ain’t ever saying not yet again.

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Me snorting like what? And you sit there and let them? Nah... hell no... it’s BEEN too far and if it’s not MY body now too... too far forget that

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What you trying to say cause I don’t get it... I don’t understand.

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I wasn’t thus back then either... I just wanna go

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It feels like they just treating me Luke some shell... but I’m still fucking in here