Sunday, January 23, 2011

A lil wicked rhyme

Thicky thick curvy built like whooty pawg where are you? Can only imagine fantasizing being with ya. Come & get with ya wicked juggalo homie. From in new jersey. You ain't heard me. I be'z the lyripoetcist. That insane & wicked. Life's however you depicted. Incase you missed it. I'm gift sick wit raw & talented. This wicked shit. I done dayum near killed it. & there ain't no way for you to skill it. Now get it. You ain't holdin. What ya life is folding. I show 'em disclose 'em. Like nothing.

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